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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8616 | 2024-09-08 19:58:20 | 139.80 | 99% |
| 8001 | 2024-09-03 15:29:47 | 130.21 | 97.4% |
| 6595 | 2021-09-23 17:30:32 | 144.08 | 99% |
| 6240 | 2021-09-18 11:01:22 | 140.69 | 100% |
| 4668 | 2021-06-25 19:40:50 | 133.43 | 98% |
| 3793 | 2020-12-29 01:48:30 | 130.46 | 98% |
| 1812 | 2020-05-31 18:25:12 | 122.69 | 98% |