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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3564 | 2022-11-01 14:39:55 | 115.51 | 99% |
| 2470 | 2020-07-20 01:27:52 | 101.96 | 98% |
| 1650 | 2019-12-28 18:33:19 | 101.69 | 98% |