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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6685 | 2020-10-16 20:04:37 | 79.44 | 99% |
| 4901 | 2020-06-08 07:40:12 | 72.84 | 98% |
| 3368 | 2020-05-18 00:52:19 | 73.94 | 97% |
| 1962 | 2020-04-16 00:01:11 | 65.97 | 97% |
| 976 | 2020-04-08 23:22:30 | 68.23 | 98% |