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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3073 | 2021-01-17 13:16:24 | 80.81 | 99% |
| 414 | 2019-04-23 12:51:57 | 67.08 | 96% |