I don't know why I'm here. I mean, I do, I'm nervous, I guess. Anxious. I don't sleep that well. And my hands. They're fine now, it's like when you have a problem with your car and you go to a mechanic and it's not doing it anymore. Not that you're a mechanic. I guess a lot of people must come here worried about the bomb. Is that true? It's a common nightmare, people say. I read it in a magazine. My mother always told me that it wasn't polite to talk about yourself. She passed away recently. I guess I already said that.
—from Mad Men, a other by Matthew Weiner
Active since December 30, 2018.
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 4,822 | 89.52 | December 30, 2018 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 7 | 88.62 | August 12, 2020 |
| Instant Death Mode | 6 | 123.12 | February 24, 2020 |