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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4380 | 2021-03-16 02:58:55 | 76.86 | 96% |
| 4271 | 2020-10-21 02:56:16 | 63.29 | 98% |