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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 923 | 2020-12-01 14:17:04 | 53.80 | 95% |
| 789 | 2020-10-30 14:59:24 | 61.60 | 96% |