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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1783 | 2021-03-18 13:19:54 | 80.82 | 97% |
| 1351 | 2021-02-11 10:03:42 | 69.22 | 97% |