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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65184 | 2018-02-13 11:32:30 | 159.87 | 99% |
55999 | 2017-12-13 16:59:20 | 161.28 | 99% |