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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1655 | 2019-01-06 06:57:53 | 96.87 | 97% |
1205 | 2018-12-09 04:03:21 | 99.70 | 97% |
842 | 2018-10-07 22:43:20 | 84.82 | 97% |