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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5817 | 2024-09-13 03:01:44 | 110.43 | 96.7% |
| 599 | 2023-05-19 09:20:01 | 94.46 | 97% |