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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6141 | 2020-06-13 17:09:30 | 104.09 | 97% |
| 4801 | 2019-03-18 18:32:08 | 101.85 | 97% |
| 4355 | 2018-11-12 16:22:27 | 108.58 | 99% |