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 |
---|---|---|---|
13185 | 2018-06-01 23:41:29 | 107.49 | 97% |
13139 | 2018-05-21 15:52:39 | 111.58 | 98% |