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 |
---|---|---|---|
3618 | 2018-04-17 20:00:34 | 95.03 | 99% |
3543 | 2018-04-13 22:27:55 | 80.88 | 98% |
3419 | 2018-03-30 16:56:40 | 92.09 | 99% |
2880 | 2017-11-22 13:36:31 | 93.95 | 99% |
2498 | 2017-10-28 17:48:17 | 89.94 | 99% |