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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2952 | 2018-05-13 18:22:16 | 73.49 | 96% |
2568 | 2018-03-20 00:58:46 | 68.21 | 97% |