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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6556 | 2018-06-27 20:32:59 | 76.92 | 97% |
3826 | 2018-01-13 17:48:44 | 67.06 | 96% |
3054 | 2017-12-04 23:33:23 | 71.29 | 96% |