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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 171 | 2021-11-26 05:19:38 | 84.89 | 98% |
| 152 | 2021-11-24 07:34:59 | 82.84 | 98% |