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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2302 | 2020-11-30 12:02:57 | 90.08 | 96% |
| 104 | 2020-08-21 20:16:55 | 42.08 | 94% |