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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2542 | 2021-07-04 03:45:40 | 81.70 | 98% |
| 1088 | 2021-06-07 05:57:08 | 66.15 | 99% |