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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4069 | 2020-12-15 21:26:51 | 89.87 | 98% |
| 1802 | 2020-09-21 22:16:16 | 80.95 | 96% |