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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 373 | 2019-03-31 07:36:44 | 120.21 | 98% |
| 364 | 2019-03-31 06:46:03 | 102.39 | 97% |
| 260 | 2019-03-30 09:27:26 | 105.43 | 95% |