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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3029 | 2019-06-03 14:46:08 | 129.73 | 99% |
| 2872 | 2019-05-22 01:21:06 | 147.85 | 99% |