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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2203 | 2021-10-29 05:12:43 | 67.94 | 96% |
| 747 | 2021-05-04 03:44:41 | 52.78 | 97% |