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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 915 | 2021-09-16 07:38:50 | 90.28 | 97% |
| 567 | 2020-02-06 10:07:38 | 74.85 | 95% |