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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5636 | 2024-03-04 04:35:30 | 123.46 | 98% |
| 87 | 2021-11-30 22:30:56 | 112.99 | 99% |