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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21985 | 2020-10-31 20:45:17 | 82.03 | 96% |
| 9249 | 2019-08-16 13:11:33 | 72.15 | 96% |