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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3942 | 2021-06-10 06:00:37 | 118.90 | 98% |
| 1438 | 2020-08-19 12:06:13 | 79.37 | 95% |