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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2690 | 2019-07-20 22:40:45 | 86.66 | 97% |
| 237 | 2018-12-22 23:11:14 | 76.09 | 97% |