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 |
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682 | 2019-04-26 04:41:21 | 57.86 | 96% |
87 | 2018-08-25 04:03:47 | 41.28 | 96% |