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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6577 | 2019-06-08 21:30:15 | 88.37 | 100% |
| 6019 | 2019-05-28 00:43:34 | 76.80 | 98% |
| 4745 | 2019-01-11 22:30:34 | 89.69 | 99% |
| 3647 | 2018-10-05 16:55:56 | 87.71 | 98% |