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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25407 | 2019-08-04 18:59:13 | 118.07 | 98% |
| 21115 | 2018-10-18 18:40:56 | 95.25 | 97% |