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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49508 | 2020-03-12 17:47:53 | 139.22 | 98% |
| 47350 | 2020-01-24 17:31:02 | 138.00 | 99% |
| 45486 | 2019-11-27 09:07:35 | 142.10 | 98% |
| 44758 | 2019-11-17 09:02:11 | 153.62 | 99% |
| 40046 | 2019-07-14 12:54:48 | 134.56 | 99% |
| 37171 | 2019-06-06 11:30:12 | 134.58 | 99% |
| 30833 | 2018-10-16 07:36:33 | 142.46 | 99% |