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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5609 | 2020-03-15 15:12:02 | 77.22 | 96% |
4156 | 2019-12-04 14:46:46 | 72.67 | 95% |
9 | 2019-07-09 21:35:04 | 57.79 | 96% |