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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1166 | 2017-12-10 09:03:24 | 73.49 | 99% |
| 456 | 2017-11-20 20:10:29 | 76.57 | 98% |
| 156 | 2017-11-09 11:57:31 | 69.72 | 97% |