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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66176 | 2020-03-23 00:58:29 | 121.67 | 98% |
64442 | 2018-04-24 20:52:39 | 130.58 | 99% |
64409 | 2018-03-04 19:59:35 | 128.72 | 99% |