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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1613 | 2021-07-21 18:54:33 | 130.67 | 98% |
| 1166 | 2021-07-12 04:31:27 | 126.80 | 98% |