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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6697 | 2018-11-27 02:38:20 | 86.80 | 97% |
5130 | 2018-08-29 08:14:46 | 76.50 | 97% |
1578 | 2017-10-15 13:32:59 | 79.43 | 97% |