If this had been an old house, with creaking wood, and dark shadows, and heavily panelled walls, there might have been an eerie feeling. But this house was the essence of modernity. There were no dark corners - no possible sliding panels - it was flooded with electric light - everything was new and bright and shining. There was nothing hidden in this house, nothing concealed. It had no atmosphere about it. Somehow, that was the most frightening thing of all...
—from And Then There Were None, a book by Agatha Christie
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 24,640 | 89.02 | February 25, 2020 |
| Instant Death Mode | 17 | 95.14 | April 10, 2021 |