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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17145 | 2020-10-02 23:35:00 | 96.19 | 99% |
| 17045 | 2020-09-04 05:05:43 | 96.37 | 98% |
| 3255 | 2018-09-15 06:16:46 | 75.36 | 98% |