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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1079 | 2021-02-10 12:43:06 | 73.50 | 94.5% |
| 615 | 2020-10-23 15:09:20 | 72.42 | 94% |