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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19282 | 2024-12-30 20:09:10 | 77.06 | 98.3% |
| 13692 | 2024-06-14 17:57:00 | 52.76 | 97.2% |