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 |
---|---|---|---|
9339 | 2019-08-03 08:12:22 | 81.34 | 97% |
6952 | 2019-05-17 04:47:38 | 79.99 | 98% |
4667 | 2018-12-07 15:00:10 | 71.12 | 97% |
3279 | 2018-11-03 19:39:11 | 65.91 | 98% |