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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2582 | 2017-12-29 17:51:13 | 122.96 | 100% |
2468 | 2017-12-06 00:37:03 | 111.39 | 99% |