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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3307 | 2021-02-23 21:40:05 | 98.36 | 97.2% |
| 2909 | 2021-02-14 17:28:28 | 97.55 | 98% |