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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5166 | 2019-05-22 03:10:00 | 72.52 | 96% |
3037 | 2018-12-04 02:26:32 | 78.72 | 98% |
1649 | 2018-07-20 20:18:59 | 74.51 | 98% |