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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206 | 2020-12-15 04:13:39 | 96.49 | 98% |
28 | 2018-12-24 16:52:37 | 102.07 | 99% |