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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3394 | 2019-08-10 06:02:40 | 73.91 | 95% |
630 | 2018-09-25 17:49:28 | 73.57 | 97% |