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 |
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3071 | 2019-05-21 17:23:28 | 112.79 | 97% |
2113 | 2019-04-16 17:02:13 | 128.66 | 99% |