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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1693 | 2021-06-08 01:17:02 | 95.35 | 95% |
| 1198 | 2021-04-21 13:54:34 | 96.49 | 97% |