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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765 | 2020-11-23 13:33:09 | 45.50 | 94% |
329 | 2020-11-12 12:47:13 | 56.63 | 97% |
33 | 2020-11-06 13:29:55 | 47.44 | 95% |