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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 500 | 2024-08-03 13:14:24 | 85.80 | 97.4% |
| 172 | 2023-05-05 09:52:48 | 86.65 | 98% |