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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 605 | 2024-01-20 09:08:49 | 81.31 | 97.6% |
| 245 | 2022-08-14 14:11:12 | 70.44 | 97% |