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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1373 | 2021-02-11 17:58:36 | 101.96 | 98% |
| 1359 | 2021-02-09 22:58:56 | 101.25 | 98% |