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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4347 | 2025-04-16 19:29:56 | 78.05 | 96.7% |
| 1878 | 2023-08-04 16:42:13 | 85.82 | 97.3% |