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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1956 | 2022-04-18 16:23:48 | 76.61 | 97% |
| 567 | 2020-11-09 20:00:14 | 59.65 | 95% |