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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1506 | 2020-08-22 17:19:23 | 95.70 | 98% |
| 481 | 2020-07-26 10:32:43 | 79.14 | 96% |