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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2304 | 2018-10-13 09:22:51 | 91.15 | 98% |
1549 | 2018-06-07 08:10:11 | 82.90 | 98% |
1085 | 2018-05-28 07:58:42 | 77.90 | 98% |