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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2626 | 2019-09-21 14:52:24 | 104.97 | 99% |
943 | 2019-04-19 14:49:48 | 68.11 | 98% |