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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1135 | 2019-06-02 18:22:59 | 94.11 | 100% |
| 834 | 2018-05-09 16:29:55 | 83.25 | 97% |
| 575 | 2018-02-15 20:54:41 | 90.33 | 98% |