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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 851 | 2023-05-20 13:27:51 | 58.48 | 97% |
| 645 | 2023-05-18 15:15:56 | 59.23 | 98% |