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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4101 | 2021-07-20 15:01:54 | 103.94 | 97% |
| 2120 | 2020-09-07 23:13:02 | 80.07 | 96% |