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.
—from One Hundred Years of Solitude, a book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
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| 1. | Brodie (iambrodie) | 97.05 | 97% | 2021-08-27 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
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| Default (English) | 30 | 127.15 | January 14, 2024 |
| Instant Death Mode | 18 | 91.77 | October 27, 2017 |
| All TypeRacer Texts | 1 | 97.05 | August 27, 2021 |