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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1843 | 2018-02-15 15:01:28 | 124.23 | 97% |
1525 | 2017-11-13 12:36:22 | 130.75 | 98% |
480 | 2017-10-17 01:18:23 | 117.97 | 98% |