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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4615 | 2018-09-15 00:07:51 | 74.64 | 97% |
4022 | 2018-08-21 05:03:13 | 68.27 | 99% |
3560 | 2018-08-09 02:09:03 | 60.70 | 98% |