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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4359 | 2020-04-03 18:54:07 | 85.03 | 98% |
| 3200 | 2020-03-23 20:14:22 | 80.66 | 98% |
| 1924 | 2020-03-12 02:00:50 | 81.60 | 97% |