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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7903 | 2021-08-12 02:43:36 | 90.79 | 97% |
| 6382 | 2021-06-11 17:46:07 | 72.75 | 94% |