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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10014 | 2019-02-02 10:27:54 | 74.47 | 98% |
| 6994 | 2018-09-12 12:39:21 | 73.21 | 98% |