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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1051 | 2023-04-05 13:46:51 | 74.08 | 98% |
| 881 | 2023-02-14 13:56:28 | 68.86 | 98% |