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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18400 | 2021-12-17 05:18:33 | 142.25 | 99% |
| 16944 | 2019-03-20 04:54:20 | 145.50 | 99% |