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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7098 | 2018-12-08 16:45:42 | 99.20 | 98% |
| 3422 | 2017-12-04 23:33:08 | 96.01 | 98% |