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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3662 | 2018-03-28 20:42:34 | 101.08 | 97% |
1699 | 2017-11-25 16:39:38 | 107.97 | 97% |