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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2542 | 2017-12-17 14:19:36 | 71.62 | 97% |
2352 | 2017-12-12 04:19:48 | 72.46 | 98% |