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 |
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20618 | 2023-12-17 23:32:44 | 101.45 | 98.9% |
18951 | 2021-11-24 03:43:01 | 99.38 | 99% |