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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13255 | 2019-04-29 13:33:37 | 116.11 | 99% |
9682 | 2018-08-05 14:52:52 | 105.26 | 96% |
9393 | 2018-07-29 13:10:35 | 114.56 | 98% |
5910 | 2018-01-05 15:13:29 | 108.32 | 98% |