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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4824 | 2024-01-27 20:09:29 | 104.15 | 97.3% |
| 1823 | 2023-09-06 17:55:30 | 98.81 | 97.9% |