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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11507 | 2020-09-28 19:37:12 | 95.96 | 98% |
| 10873 | 2020-09-17 00:28:00 | 99.49 | 99% |