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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1463 | 2024-11-13 19:32:25 | 100.58 | 97.4% |
| 1306 | 2024-07-02 20:06:57 | 85.72 | 94.4% |
| 529 | 2023-05-22 03:53:50 | 86.15 | 95.4% |