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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1022 | 2018-09-10 19:47:33 | 72.05 | 96% |
669 | 2018-05-23 00:20:44 | 68.16 | 96% |
539 | 2018-02-01 01:13:55 | 62.15 | 96% |