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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5204 | 2019-05-16 18:56:02 | 86.54 | 96% |
| 4665 | 2018-09-06 13:09:03 | 86.66 | 99% |