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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7236 | 2019-04-25 14:18:14 | 104.92 | 97% |
| 6561 | 2019-04-05 14:46:01 | 76.18 | 99% |
| 3259 | 2018-09-17 18:16:53 | 81.53 | 98% |