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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8991 | 2020-03-31 21:06:37 | 79.62 | 97% |
| 4735 | 2018-03-03 13:44:03 | 70.96 | 97% |
| 4304 | 2018-02-23 12:04:22 | 72.95 | 98% |
| 1302 | 2018-01-02 22:30:20 | 69.44 | 97% |