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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594 | 2020-08-05 16:50:53 | 72.78 | 97% |
468 | 2018-08-21 12:56:53 | 65.32 | 96% |