Her husband came here with childish ideas. Bought himself a gold claim with me an honest broker. Claim pinches out, which will happen. But he can't take that like a man, has to blame somebody. Seller's left camp, so he picks on me. Says he'll bring in the Pinkertons if I don't offer restitution. I got a healthy operation and I didn't build it brooding on the right, and wrong of things. I do not need the Pinkertons descending like locusts.
—from Deadwood, a other by David Milch
Active since December 30, 2018.
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 4,927 | 87.39 | December 30, 2018 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 3 | 65.30 | January 1, 2024 |
| Instant Death Mode | 3 | 140.10 | February 23, 2020 |