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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12470 | 2020-10-02 00:36:11 | 134.15 | 99% |
| 11231 | 2019-06-07 19:05:28 | 131.38 | 99% |