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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6240 | 2020-11-22 15:34:48 | 70.68 | 94% |
4209 | 2020-09-11 17:09:15 | 70.34 | 95% |
4028 | 2020-09-07 13:15:25 | 57.30 | 94% |