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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5486 | 2018-12-18 04:41:19 | 61.46 | 94% |
2198 | 2018-11-10 06:23:02 | 42.25 | 92% |