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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1992 | 2021-02-22 05:58:50 | 90.39 | 98.3% |
| 761 | 2020-12-22 15:26:32 | 79.94 | 99% |