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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18100 | 2018-01-04 01:02:07 | 128.84 | 99% |
18044 | 2018-01-01 10:47:55 | 124.57 | 98% |
17955 | 2017-12-26 23:56:56 | 117.36 | 97% |