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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 280 | 2019-05-04 23:20:09 | 75.67 | 96% |
| 25 | 2019-04-14 20:15:56 | 76.55 | 95% |