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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1534 | 2018-09-04 07:52:10 | 81.11 | 97% |
| 1072 | 2018-08-28 05:04:42 | 84.61 | 97% |