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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1703 | 2021-09-30 04:39:47 | 78.21 | 97% |
| 1624 | 2021-09-25 19:37:44 | 87.12 | 98% |