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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2119 | 2018-11-05 10:33:30 | 74.02 | 95% |
1585 | 2018-10-18 19:32:48 | 98.25 | 98% |