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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6507 | 2024-01-11 23:40:02 | 110.60 | 98.3% |
| 1901 | 2019-01-30 15:19:54 | 91.16 | 98% |
| 1044 | 2018-08-28 01:05:22 | 81.22 | 96% |