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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2400 | 2019-02-16 04:56:17 | 96.02 | 99% |
| 2395 | 2019-02-16 02:50:32 | 86.06 | 97% |