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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3002 | 2021-11-15 05:19:07 | 71.15 | 99% |
| 1785 | 2020-11-06 03:54:11 | 60.11 | 96% |