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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9619 | 2025-04-10 18:01:37 | 180.02 | 98.4% |
| 8785 | 2025-03-28 00:52:36 | 169.70 | 98.3% |
| 2686 | 2025-01-30 01:57:04 | 153.90 | 97.8% |