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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1996 | 2024-02-18 12:11:57 | 107.77 | 99.3% |
| 1906 | 2020-03-14 11:44:38 | 122.87 | 99% |