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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6204 | 2020-10-21 07:21:47 | 109.00 | 98% |
| 5780 | 2020-04-04 04:05:56 | 104.41 | 97% |