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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1794 | 2018-03-02 14:43:49 | 89.26 | 98% |
| 1686 | 2018-02-16 10:05:54 | 88.17 | 98% |
| 1650 | 2018-02-15 15:43:52 | 85.68 | 98% |