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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5544 | 2018-07-18 19:53:36 | 90.07 | 97% |
3245 | 2017-12-01 21:07:11 | 95.80 | 99% |