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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1308 | 2018-06-01 23:41:45 | 77.29 | 95% |
291 | 2018-02-28 03:36:03 | 70.88 | 94% |