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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3352 | 2021-02-21 23:13:56 | 56.83 | 94.2% |
| 2950 | 2020-08-26 00:07:41 | 69.67 | 96% |