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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5211 | 2021-03-05 22:36:58 | 114.70 | 99% |
| 4912 | 2020-03-12 04:34:48 | 101.39 | 98% |