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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 843 | 2021-03-20 01:39:19 | 70.69 | 97% |
| 101 | 2020-12-26 15:43:54 | 67.63 | 98% |