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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1411 | 2021-11-02 05:52:42 | 72.00 | 97% |
| 399 | 2021-07-25 08:47:55 | 59.79 | 98% |