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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1055 | 2022-09-23 12:13:46 | 39.12 | 99% |
| 610 | 2022-09-16 16:46:47 | 29.80 | 98% |