Every minute of every day we choose. Who we are. Who we forgive. Who we defend and protect. To choose a side or to walk the line. To play the middle. To straddle the fence between what is and what should be. This was the course I chose. Trying to find the delicate balance of interests that can never exist. Choosing by not choosing. Defending a center which cannot hold. So death chose for me.
—from The X-Files, a other by Chris Carter
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | ᗜHarri (steno) (harrri) | 90.07 | 96.8% | 2024-03-03 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 36,172 | 86.58 | August 27, 2017 |
| Long Texts | 134 | 78.28 | July 10, 2017 |
| Instant Death Mode | 35 | 88.83 | June 6, 2019 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 1 | 90.07 | March 3, 2024 |