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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4051 | 2020-11-06 14:40:01 | 106.20 | 99% |
| 2370 | 2020-09-16 07:07:05 | 98.71 | 99% |