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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 446 | 2020-11-15 01:49:14 | 102.87 | 98% |
| 221 | 2020-07-28 06:19:50 | 107.63 | 98% |