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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5765 | 2020-02-26 06:08:33 | 110.08 | 97% |
| 5205 | 2019-11-07 06:04:46 | 118.37 | 99% |
| 4360 | 2019-02-27 08:21:10 | 100.70 | 97% |
| 4281 | 2019-02-21 09:04:16 | 106.90 | 98% |