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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9281 | 2020-06-09 14:00:26 | 165.12 | 99% |
| 8775 | 2020-05-15 08:29:00 | 179.56 | 99% |
| 8389 | 2020-05-07 16:11:36 | 164.03 | 98% |
| 7819 | 2020-04-29 08:43:52 | 171.65 | 99% |
| 6809 | 2020-03-30 17:41:57 | 170.52 | 99% |