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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3734 | 2025-04-25 14:06:11 | 100.93 | 94.5% |
| 2497 | 2024-01-30 15:24:35 | 115.48 | 97% |