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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2569 | 2020-09-17 14:18:40 | 70.76 | 98% |
| 2565 | 2020-09-17 14:13:25 | 75.04 | 99% |
| 874 | 2019-05-09 15:07:13 | 67.64 | 98% |