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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1271 | 2021-02-03 21:10:35 | 81.26 | 98% |
| 772 | 2021-01-27 20:03:52 | 74.34 | 96.5% |