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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1844 | 2019-03-03 04:24:46 | 71.64 | 97% |
| 1761 | 2019-02-25 16:55:55 | 64.65 | 96% |