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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12103 | 2020-08-18 05:55:26 | 89.21 | 95% |
| 8975 | 2019-08-03 15:11:29 | 96.97 | 97% |
| 8294 | 2019-06-23 08:40:29 | 88.02 | 96% |
| 6180 | 2019-04-10 11:40:08 | 73.03 | 93% |
| 6070 | 2019-04-06 08:58:10 | 97.39 | 97% |
| 6037 | 2019-04-04 11:38:33 | 75.41 | 93% |
| 5299 | 2019-03-14 12:45:27 | 93.04 | 97% |
| 3978 | 2019-01-29 17:02:19 | 72.07 | 95% |
| 93 | 2018-10-22 12:28:08 | 65.39 | 97% |