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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4242 | 2017-12-03 17:51:20 | 68.99 | 100% |
3882 | 2017-11-12 17:45:11 | 73.66 | 100% |