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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6910 | 2021-05-06 17:35:23 | 136.02 | 99% |
| 6190 | 2021-04-06 23:16:21 | 128.19 | 99% |
| 4193 | 2021-01-17 04:55:47 | 131.73 | 99% |