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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22304 | 2017-10-18 08:05:43 | 73.98 | 96% |
| 22163 | 2017-10-16 16:47:10 | 75.85 | 97% |