What I really lived for were those evenings when you were alone, and I pretended you were playing just for me. And though you didn't know it, you were giving me some of the happiest hours of my life.
—from Letter from an Unknown Woman, a book by Stefan Zweig
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 17,796 | 70.44 | May 28, 2019 |
| Instant Death Mode | 62 | 82.61 | March 8, 2020 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 3 | 102.58 | May 31, 2022 |