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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3945 | 2019-02-08 07:00:25 | 119.73 | 98% |
| 3921 | 2019-02-07 04:45:31 | 120.31 | 99% |