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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 527 | 2021-02-04 02:35:10 | 70.00 | 96.8% |
| 225 | 2020-10-20 18:44:20 | 45.85 | 95% |