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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1911 | 2023-06-17 09:58:36 | 118.24 | 99% |
| 853 | 2023-01-31 07:13:37 | 104.02 | 98% |