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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1823 | 2021-03-01 12:20:23 | 96.12 | 98.6% |
| 1102 | 2021-02-05 17:52:59 | 95.43 | 98.3% |