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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59430 | 2020-07-07 10:54:58 | 134.99 | 99% |
56933 | 2019-04-10 20:15:30 | 119.49 | 98% |
51964 | 2018-06-04 19:25:53 | 124.65 | 97% |
49923 | 2018-04-30 12:05:46 | 110.91 | 95% |