When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
—from The Catcher in the Rye, a book by J. D. Salinger
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race | 
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| Default (English) | 39,219 | 83.14 | November 11, 2016 | 
| Instant Death Mode | 43 | 88.30 | January 18, 2018 | 
| α Stenography | 2 | 91.53 | November 3, 2021 |