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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12474 | 2019-10-25 22:36:15 | 152.94 | 99% |
5091 | 2018-03-26 19:02:38 | 142.04 | 98% |
2991 | 2018-01-05 01:09:46 | 151.29 | 99% |