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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6114 | 2019-04-29 11:13:52 | 69.61 | 98% |
| 4442 | 2019-03-10 13:43:12 | 61.88 | 96% |