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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5523 | 2019-11-30 06:46:55 | 106.58 | 97% |
| 4904 | 2019-04-12 08:03:26 | 96.34 | 96% |
| 1172 | 2019-01-09 12:18:19 | 110.73 | 97% |