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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1533 | 2024-08-29 21:22:38 | 84.61 | 95.7% |
| 663 | 2024-07-22 05:55:08 | 81.70 | 95.5% |