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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31207 | 2019-11-14 12:28:27 | 152.84 | 99% |
| 5967 | 2018-11-19 16:00:21 | 127.95 | 98% |
| 2100 | 2018-08-30 12:19:29 | 138.41 | 99% |
| 1845 | 2018-08-28 15:20:28 | 134.62 | 99% |