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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3917 | 2019-04-14 22:23:48 | 150.83 | 99% |
2637 | 2018-08-29 02:22:50 | 147.00 | 99% |