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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4439 | 2020-08-06 12:06:39 | 94.96 | 96% |
4030 | 2020-07-10 15:55:13 | 107.77 | 99% |