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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8745 | 2020-10-04 19:47:04 | 65.76 | 95% |
6509 | 2020-09-04 14:19:07 | 62.35 | 98% |
2761 | 2020-06-22 15:13:28 | 50.51 | 93% |