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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11708 | 2020-04-14 02:36:38 | 149.62 | 100% |
| 10829 | 2020-03-28 00:56:33 | 136.03 | 99% |