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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2515 | 2023-04-11 16:49:36 | 91.88 | 96% |
2387 | 2023-04-02 11:54:25 | 98.84 | 98% |