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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2308 | 2018-11-11 04:12:45 | 60.51 | 96% |
1707 | 2018-02-01 07:16:58 | 55.81 | 96% |
1186 | 2017-10-09 14:10:23 | 53.40 | 97% |