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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19311 | 2024-01-25 21:12:52 | 185.83 | 97.5% |
| 11139 | 2020-08-23 21:56:34 | 192.85 | 98% |
| 8289 | 2020-05-07 10:47:26 | 165.80 | 98% |
| 4838 | 2019-03-26 16:26:57 | 167.76 | 99% |
| 3503 | 2019-03-06 21:33:57 | 144.59 | 98% |