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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 850 | 2021-09-09 11:48:13 | 67.04 | 98% |
| 272 | 2021-01-08 15:05:19 | 58.37 | 96% |