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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5842 | 2019-08-30 22:58:55 | 77.17 | 97% |
| 3909 | 2019-04-11 15:16:00 | 77.60 | 99% |