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 |
---|---|---|---|
4455 | 2018-08-16 12:12:51 | 157.45 | 99% |
2021 | 2018-06-16 17:16:55 | 156.86 | 99% |
1935 | 2018-06-09 21:49:16 | 159.95 | 100% |
1093 | 2018-05-05 02:31:23 | 144.80 | 99% |