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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 836 | 2021-10-13 20:17:29 | 36.12 | 91% |
| 822 | 2021-10-04 12:09:10 | 46.33 | 95% |