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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1879 | 2021-05-13 12:41:01 | 64.82 | 97% |
| 1839 | 2021-04-20 04:17:53 | 67.29 | 98% |
| 1310 | 2020-04-09 11:49:48 | 61.48 | 96% |