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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12720 | 2020-03-14 21:47:29 | 127.08 | 98% |
11977 | 2020-01-02 04:33:50 | 130.80 | 99% |
8134 | 2019-01-22 20:13:43 | 98.73 | 97% |