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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2776 | 2019-08-12 13:24:10 | 85.30 | 99% |
| 2034 | 2019-07-12 14:11:15 | 80.14 | 99% |