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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2825 | 2020-02-21 11:22:40 | 69.28 | 96% |
1587 | 2020-01-31 15:32:34 | 67.83 | 97% |