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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12726 | 2020-11-10 13:25:56 | 90.55 | 98% |
9023 | 2020-09-19 20:29:36 | 92.57 | 98% |
7707 | 2020-09-04 23:20:33 | 89.12 | 97% |
6774 | 2020-08-14 21:22:38 | 90.53 | 99% |