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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2253 | 2020-05-08 18:09:22 | 65.98 | 97% |
| 1836 | 2020-01-18 03:01:51 | 78.21 | 96% |