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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 62775 | 2020-05-29 13:34:30 | 69.21 | 99% |
| 56154 | 2019-05-20 16:18:04 | 83.08 | 99% |
| 52206 | 2019-01-20 14:41:11 | 78.31 | 98% |