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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8333 | 2025-02-02 05:28:02 | 135.74 | 99.6% |
| 7356 | 2024-10-27 22:21:45 | 127.78 | 99.3% |
| 3051 | 2024-01-21 19:23:34 | 124.14 | 97.9% |