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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2017 | 2018-04-07 17:07:54 | 117.54 | 99% |
1859 | 2018-04-03 20:30:43 | 124.76 | 99% |
1672 | 2018-03-30 21:14:30 | 113.94 | 98% |