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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20050 | 2019-05-09 13:36:54 | 125.68 | 97% |
| 19998 | 2019-04-27 16:57:10 | 127.78 | 97% |
| 19593 | 2019-01-11 13:45:16 | 128.68 | 98% |