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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 462 | 2018-11-25 16:03:57 | 109.85 | 100% |
| 413 | 2018-11-23 04:16:27 | 106.79 | 100% |