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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2677 | 2021-04-04 03:47:04 | 76.95 | 97% |
| 741 | 2020-12-25 07:20:45 | 81.85 | 99% |