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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21482 | 2024-04-12 13:22:36 | 91.30 | 95.5% |
| 18734 | 2018-09-24 09:14:24 | 107.41 | 97% |