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 |
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4858 | 2019-11-06 14:30:31 | 108.38 | 97% |
4393 | 2019-10-31 11:15:49 | 118.00 | 98% |