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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31201 | 2020-03-19 05:29:40 | 154.92 | 99% |
19793 | 2019-01-11 23:01:28 | 146.58 | 99% |