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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4788 | 2020-10-12 12:48:10 | 99.86 | 99% |
1928 | 2020-01-13 13:04:56 | 88.15 | 98% |
612 | 2019-12-18 13:57:20 | 79.29 | 98% |