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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17900 | 2020-06-14 22:09:24 | 85.50 | 100% |
| 16651 | 2018-12-10 10:23:29 | 87.75 | 99% |