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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10743 | 2024-12-29 15:02:02 | 82.35 | 96.3% |
| 3049 | 2022-02-22 18:20:39 | 71.00 | 96% |