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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8087 | 2020-08-04 10:59:53 | 80.09 | 97% |
| 7907 | 2020-06-28 09:26:15 | 90.32 | 98% |
| 7369 | 2020-01-31 09:46:16 | 93.84 | 98% |