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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5997 | 2020-07-19 18:29:18 | 83.38 | 95% |
| 5883 | 2020-07-14 11:26:41 | 67.92 | 94% |
| 2841 | 2020-06-07 00:08:42 | 73.09 | 98% |
| 2149 | 2020-05-26 20:09:50 | 57.20 | 93% |
| 31 | 2020-03-19 14:17:20 | 40.22 | 94% |