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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4706 | 2020-05-28 09:53:06 | 92.90 | 96% |
| 3731 | 2019-12-15 12:50:40 | 104.22 | 97% |
| 3333 | 2019-08-13 10:10:00 | 91.62 | 95% |
| 2617 | 2019-03-31 06:44:32 | 94.63 | 95% |