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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759 | 2020-08-11 04:34:45 | 65.47 | 95% |
308 | 2020-07-08 03:43:30 | 69.89 | 97% |