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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5314 | 2022-01-24 01:35:37 | 117.52 | 99% |
| 3402 | 2021-01-07 23:49:58 | 75.65 | 98% |