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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 992 | 2022-08-04 14:50:12 | 72.71 | 96% |
| 517 | 2022-04-02 11:39:50 | 59.20 | 95% |