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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37099 | 2020-09-30 01:59:25 | 94.96 | 98% |
36441 | 2020-01-07 01:15:29 | 97.31 | 98% |
35154 | 2018-07-27 05:08:13 | 89.99 | 97% |