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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 580 | 2021-08-16 23:05:18 | 163.01 | 99% |
| 319 | 2021-06-24 22:33:53 | 158.53 | 98% |