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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 328024 | 2024-02-05 04:35:05 | 134.82 | 99.1% |
| 328023 | 2024-02-05 04:34:21 | 97.67 | 95.6% |