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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1770 | 2019-06-14 19:49:03 | 99.30 | 96% |
| 1441 | 2019-05-06 08:40:05 | 91.79 | 96% |