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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21651 | 2025-03-10 07:13:59 | 99.19 | 97.1% |
| 20039 | 2024-04-24 22:32:14 | 122.57 | 99.6% |
| 19012 | 2024-01-26 18:44:21 | 121.66 | 99.3% |
| 17983 | 2023-11-06 20:35:35 | 107.36 | 98.4% |
| 16494 | 2023-02-12 04:46:10 | 103.23 | 98% |
| 9615 | 2020-10-27 17:47:37 | 103.95 | 99% |
| 3117 | 2019-10-29 22:18:27 | 87.43 | 97% |