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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12200 | 2018-10-03 19:32:18 | 153.29 | 100% |
| 10543 | 2018-09-20 03:16:42 | 145.11 | 100% |
| 9296 | 2018-09-08 23:35:02 | 141.06 | 99% |