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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1247 | 2017-11-25 17:56:25 | 48.90 | 95% |
788 | 2017-11-01 18:17:48 | 47.82 | 96% |