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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6890 | 2021-09-18 17:39:14 | 98.97 | 97% |
| 5864 | 2021-08-01 17:14:14 | 88.62 | 97% |