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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6791 | 2020-11-02 23:27:54 | 73.22 | 99% |
| 4356 | 2020-04-14 07:31:24 | 43.89 | 97% |
| 3141 | 2020-02-20 05:43:07 | 54.97 | 96% |