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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2889 | 2020-05-27 20:06:19 | 98.18 | 98% |
| 159 | 2019-09-25 08:38:13 | 69.02 | 95% |