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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7196 | 2020-05-26 15:02:59 | 122.23 | 99% |
| 5772 | 2020-05-07 11:51:52 | 108.15 | 98% |
| 4578 | 2020-04-16 17:58:31 | 100.88 | 97% |
| 3012 | 2020-03-25 15:38:10 | 109.89 | 97% |