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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 463 | 2020-12-23 10:04:16 | 87.44 | 96% |
| 459 | 2020-12-23 10:01:17 | 76.59 | 97% |