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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 697 | 2022-01-10 17:43:37 | 83.04 | 97% |
| 349 | 2021-11-11 09:48:35 | 77.33 | 96% |