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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6619 | 2018-11-30 05:48:50 | 109.57 | 99% |
| 5089 | 2018-09-17 12:03:41 | 117.42 | 100% |