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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4711 | 2018-06-28 11:34:32 | 68.09 | 96% |
| 3719 | 2018-06-22 09:03:48 | 65.70 | 96% |