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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5377 | 2019-04-22 19:05:06 | 69.87 | 97% |
| 5085 | 2019-04-06 08:58:34 | 56.59 | 95% |