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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 977 | 2020-05-25 15:35:19 | 82.58 | 97% |
| 283 | 2020-05-17 17:25:33 | 90.57 | 98% |