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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6716 | 2019-09-14 15:14:16 | 90.85 | 97% |
| 342 | 2019-02-01 16:36:04 | 60.37 | 93% |