For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1000909 | 2024-01-28 16:06:04 | 155.68 | 99.1% |