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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8507 | 2024-03-07 06:39:10 | 104.14 | 100% |
| 6483 | 2023-05-15 21:52:50 | 88.43 | 99% |
| 2036 | 2019-09-18 08:31:53 | 67.57 | 98% |