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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8728 | 2021-12-02 05:20:21 | 152.76 | 97% |
| 8035 | 2020-05-19 22:15:15 | 169.01 | 99% |