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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1930 | 2020-08-12 23:49:32 | 78.89 | 96% |
| 813 | 2020-07-05 20:48:11 | 83.20 | 97% |