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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 568 | 2019-04-22 12:54:30 | 58.36 | 99% |
| 240 | 2019-02-21 07:14:57 | 47.46 | 98% |