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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8248 | 2020-02-27 06:44:12 | 75.10 | 96% |
5434 | 2019-01-24 10:08:15 | 80.38 | 96% |
1378 | 2018-04-16 15:47:50 | 74.10 | 96% |