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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748 | 2019-02-20 20:44:31 | 53.05 | 95% |
549 | 2018-12-21 17:44:52 | 58.39 | 95% |