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 |
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182 | 2021-03-12 20:15:44 | 81.30 | 98% |
181 | 2021-03-12 20:14:52 | 73.93 | 98% |