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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27588 | 2020-11-07 20:24:19 | 104.08 | 98% |
| 24574 | 2020-09-19 20:29:39 | 86.65 | 96% |
| 22829 | 2020-09-06 22:05:16 | 69.27 | 94% |