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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5907 | 2021-11-12 04:24:54 | 119.81 | 98% |
| 2385 | 2021-03-01 00:27:31 | 110.23 | 98.3% |