There is one end of the room where it is almost intact, and there, when the crosslights fade and the low sun shines directly upon it, I can almost fancy radiation after all - the interminable grotesques seem to form around a common centre and rush off in headlong plunges of equal distraction. It makes me tired to follow it. I will take a nap I guess.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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4595 | 2018-01-31 03:12:47 | 137.59 | 95% |
3805 | 2018-01-22 01:49:24 | 125.97 | 96% |