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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 984 | 2018-08-23 22:18:21 | 112.07 | 99% |
| 387 | 2018-08-10 16:37:03 | 103.77 | 98% |