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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20365 | 2018-03-07 03:33:55 | 74.46 | 99% |
17500 | 2018-02-17 00:58:54 | 75.89 | 99% |