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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19558 | 2020-07-09 13:12:42 | 97.00 | 96% |
16947 | 2018-02-06 09:09:29 | 93.06 | 97% |