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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3546 | 2020-02-06 22:36:24 | 116.23 | 97% |
3405 | 2018-12-31 19:10:59 | 105.24 | 98% |
3387 | 2018-10-18 19:34:22 | 97.37 | 97% |