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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2381 | 2019-05-07 16:23:17 | 99.25 | 99% |
| 1949 | 2018-12-28 00:41:21 | 71.90 | 95% |
| 1043 | 2018-12-06 10:28:10 | 59.14 | 94% |