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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7833 | 2020-08-11 17:18:32 | 136.02 | 100% |
6256 | 2020-07-24 19:19:12 | 108.50 | 97% |
3419 | 2020-06-15 15:57:22 | 115.81 | 98% |