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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8480 | 2021-12-23 12:14:57 | 76.95 | 95% |
| 33 | 2020-07-07 17:21:09 | 44.72 | 95% |