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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21891 | 2019-01-19 17:20:57 | 107.50 | 99% |
| 21790 | 2018-12-29 17:40:47 | 103.39 | 98% |
| 19928 | 2017-12-02 14:10:35 | 111.59 | 100% |