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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5734 | 2019-01-11 10:54:59 | 89.62 | 97% |
4714 | 2018-03-22 14:12:45 | 96.96 | 97% |