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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9430 | 2020-01-15 11:27:29 | 87.77 | 96% |
8033 | 2019-12-07 21:34:56 | 73.48 | 96% |
5754 | 2019-10-06 18:56:48 | 70.60 | 95% |
5116 | 2019-09-29 02:18:16 | 74.27 | 96% |