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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1904 | 2021-09-30 17:24:31 | 82.59 | 97% |
| 1129 | 2021-04-02 15:27:04 | 83.39 | 95% |