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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10714 | 2019-07-06 15:18:07 | 141.39 | 98% |
| 8078 | 2018-10-25 01:06:40 | 132.74 | 98% |