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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1737 | 2021-11-16 06:27:46 | 47.55 | 99% |
| 282 | 2021-05-13 07:37:30 | 43.06 | 99% |