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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 37805 | 2019-06-08 21:30:10 | 102.14 | 100% |
| 37407 | 2019-01-12 17:52:28 | 71.29 | 99% |