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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1981 | 2018-09-10 09:33:44 | 74.91 | 97% |
909 | 2018-08-29 08:14:43 | 80.83 | 97% |