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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3294 | 2021-07-04 15:36:44 | 93.07 | 98% |
| 387 | 2020-08-30 19:06:36 | 81.12 | 98% |