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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1331 | 2020-11-15 14:35:28 | 74.36 | 98% |
242 | 2020-09-05 03:35:41 | 73.17 | 97% |