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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1658 | 2020-11-16 13:54:15 | 52.91 | 95% |
1021 | 2018-01-18 15:12:53 | 54.21 | 95% |