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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 885 | 2021-08-08 06:45:02 | 88.42 | 97% |
| 682 | 2021-07-31 05:22:34 | 76.63 | 97% |