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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9202 | 2021-06-14 08:04:29 | 87.34 | 97% |
| 6159 | 2021-04-12 15:32:16 | 86.71 | 96% |