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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19049 | 2020-10-31 21:36:35 | 93.17 | 97% |
5437 | 2020-01-12 01:27:19 | 71.26 | 98% |
3278 | 2019-12-06 10:44:50 | 67.47 | 96% |