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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 47906 | 2025-02-14 23:24:02 | 94.10 | 96.9% |
| 47846 | 2025-02-14 16:22:31 | 108.93 | 97.4% |
| 46110 | 2025-01-27 15:35:20 | 107.96 | 97.6% |
| 46109 | 2025-01-27 15:34:35 | 113.44 | 98% |
| 46025 | 2025-01-24 22:03:23 | 101.86 | 98.7% |