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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7448 | 2025-03-03 00:02:09 | 119.77 | 96.7% |
| 6491 | 2024-05-29 14:55:17 | 125.48 | 98% |
| 5935 | 2023-03-09 18:46:25 | 130.27 | 98% |
| 4052 | 2021-06-03 00:22:01 | 123.59 | 97% |
| 1900 | 2019-11-05 05:33:34 | 114.50 | 97% |
| 821 | 2019-04-30 19:11:55 | 115.00 | 97% |
| 217 | 2019-03-09 03:57:31 | 116.29 | 97% |