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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7243 | 2023-03-27 13:32:21 | 94.55 | 98% |
| 4023 | 2020-04-07 07:25:25 | 95.97 | 99% |