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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6 | 2018-06-25 01:39:18 | 103.95 | 100% |