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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9100 | 2020-12-04 05:52:56 | 91.11 | 95% |
| 7947 | 2020-03-29 01:13:38 | 88.23 | 96% |
| 5940 | 2019-08-29 01:50:17 | 98.57 | 97% |