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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4181 | 2019-04-07 16:37:33 | 144.21 | 97% |
| 4025 | 2018-11-15 19:41:14 | 163.75 | 98% |