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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6093 | 2019-11-13 16:43:57 | 106.12 | 98% |
4772 | 2019-03-06 13:37:59 | 102.91 | 98% |
2212 | 2018-02-07 12:59:06 | 99.37 | 98% |