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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3579 | 2020-04-10 15:27:55 | 97.02 | 97% |
| 1925 | 2019-12-17 07:24:33 | 94.40 | 99% |