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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1898 | 2024-03-03 17:32:23 | 94.52 | 96.9% |
| 1362 | 2024-01-20 19:23:12 | 91.00 | 94.6% |