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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22007 | 2021-12-30 04:32:23 | 154.97 | 98% |
| 20724 | 2020-11-13 05:15:15 | 177.74 | 99% |