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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484 | 2019-07-15 00:41:21 | 89.36 | 96% |
393 | 2019-04-02 17:19:35 | 72.67 | 96% |