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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11239 | 2019-01-11 20:21:36 | 67.44 | 97% |
9524 | 2018-03-31 09:55:34 | 70.61 | 96% |
7404 | 2018-01-06 08:01:07 | 66.15 | 97% |