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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3607 | 2021-10-02 03:52:44 | 142.93 | 98% |
| 3102 | 2021-03-27 21:49:55 | 145.50 | 99% |