I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1812 | 2023-07-13 23:14:34 | 115.09 | 99% |
| 717 | 2021-02-15 21:49:31 | 82.71 | 95.3% |