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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1813 | 2021-07-15 17:58:05 | 46.74 | 97% |
| 1444 | 2021-07-05 19:55:05 | 46.68 | 98% |