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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3320 | 2017-12-26 20:42:29 | 97.93 | 98% |
2425 | 2017-12-19 23:49:09 | 92.43 | 99% |