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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6535 | 2024-09-26 13:54:37 | 78.38 | 95.2% |
| 386 | 2021-02-16 06:53:11 | 51.64 | 95% |