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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1985 | 2021-06-11 11:02:34 | 102.60 | 99% |
| 667 | 2021-02-19 13:20:00 | 87.31 | 97.7% |