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 |
---|---|---|---|
53677 | 2020-01-02 06:17:12 | 110.62 | 98% |
51533 | 2019-11-16 04:26:40 | 134.45 | 98% |
50082 | 2019-09-08 00:44:17 | 123.67 | 99% |
46900 | 2019-03-26 02:26:54 | 96.06 | 97% |
41152 | 2018-10-22 02:28:32 | 129.71 | 98% |