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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15491 | 2020-02-18 04:58:39 | 149.93 | 97% |
| 12373 | 2019-06-26 04:17:29 | 159.18 | 99% |
| 4619 | 2018-05-15 01:59:13 | 156.79 | 98% |