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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8142 | 2020-06-16 10:53:20 | 138.84 | 99% |
| 6821 | 2020-05-07 10:16:26 | 133.46 | 98% |