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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1409 | 2021-01-09 20:28:37 | 78.12 | 97% |
| 1334 | 2020-12-26 17:40:27 | 95.29 | 100% |
| 817 | 2020-08-20 01:36:12 | 55.83 | 95% |