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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2755 | 2019-12-21 05:14:42 | 83.84 | 98% |
1825 | 2019-10-23 18:39:22 | 77.02 | 96% |