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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5272 | 2019-04-01 00:50:08 | 105.75 | 97% |
| 438 | 2018-08-16 07:14:36 | 82.81 | 97% |