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 |
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1799 | 2021-09-26 11:07:02 | 64.56 | 95% |
1512 | 2021-09-14 13:50:07 | 65.56 | 97% |