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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1492 | 2021-11-02 11:39:17 | 102.86 | 95% |
| 1111 | 2021-10-12 17:12:48 | 102.31 | 96% |