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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1147 | 2020-11-12 17:08:32 | 65.56 | 95% |
228 | 2020-10-17 00:49:09 | 59.54 | 95% |