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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1966 | 2019-05-02 14:41:37 | 78.91 | 98% |
| 535 | 2018-03-30 15:11:55 | 66.55 | 96% |
| 59 | 2017-11-22 15:25:48 | 62.74 | 97% |