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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5159 | 2020-06-15 17:23:12 | 68.83 | 97% |
| 865 | 2019-12-16 12:10:43 | 58.22 | 95% |