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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 980 | 2021-09-12 08:23:08 | 61.89 | 95% |
| 46 | 2021-03-02 17:11:27 | 54.56 | 96.4% |