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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2878 | 2024-04-01 22:00:59 | 132.22 | 98.3% |
| 2066 | 2023-05-07 20:05:37 | 134.52 | 98% |