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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5509 | 2020-06-29 22:31:16 | 107.48 | 98% |
3214 | 2020-04-09 00:20:04 | 84.83 | 95% |
1744 | 2020-03-24 17:46:56 | 87.36 | 97% |
194 | 2020-02-28 01:14:19 | 88.48 | 96% |