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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6189 | 2020-02-11 10:38:46 | 98.38 | 99% |
| 5307 | 2019-07-10 07:09:51 | 82.64 | 96% |