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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5025 | 2025-06-26 08:41:07 | 87.59 | 99% |
| 3478 | 2025-04-17 10:24:56 | 80.16 | 97.3% |
| 2064 | 2025-03-18 15:38:43 | 78.26 | 97.7% |