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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5722 | 2020-09-01 14:19:22 | 66.64 | 97% |
| 2162 | 2018-11-17 20:47:34 | 71.57 | 97% |