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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6741 | 2018-01-03 15:15:46 | 84.04 | 96% |
6397 | 2017-12-13 04:43:22 | 81.77 | 97% |
6320 | 2017-12-10 07:01:11 | 84.60 | 96% |