She may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or regret may be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings. May be the chill the autumn brings. May be a hundred different things within the measure of a day.
—from She, a song by Elvis Costello
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 41,751 | 84.02 | August 27, 2017 |
| Instant Death Mode | 71 | 88.64 | December 28, 2018 |
| michaelderoche | 1 | 89.49 | May 20, 2017 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 1 | 72.27 | April 2, 2022 |