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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4458 | 2024-11-06 04:42:51 | 194.56 | 100% |
| 1839 | 2021-01-07 03:58:03 | 153.83 | 98% |