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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2348 | 2021-04-24 19:48:35 | 56.98 | 95% |
| 502 | 2020-12-04 15:12:30 | 47.55 | 94% |