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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1526 | 2021-11-26 22:14:52 | 173.59 | 99% |
| 485 | 2021-03-03 03:43:40 | 157.67 | 98% |