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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 869 | 2020-01-18 03:01:46 | 88.12 | 99% |
| 91 | 2019-07-25 17:20:29 | 82.74 | 97% |