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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7096 | 2023-10-09 18:08:38 | 83.78 | 98.2% |
| 303 | 2020-12-22 20:32:43 | 80.41 | 99% |