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 |
---|---|---|---|
7760 | 2019-04-25 18:49:30 | 102.68 | 99% |
6672 | 2019-01-31 19:36:01 | 109.22 | 98% |
3646 | 2018-03-27 20:41:27 | 98.46 | 98% |
2258 | 2018-02-08 03:33:08 | 93.80 | 98% |