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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1776 | 2021-01-23 17:15:16 | 80.32 | 97% |
| 1761 | 2020-08-09 19:40:12 | 81.41 | 97% |