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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4694 | 2021-07-20 21:13:06 | 108.89 | 99% |
| 2585 | 2021-05-13 22:31:52 | 97.01 | 98% |