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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4460 | 2021-01-19 18:31:56 | 94.82 | 98% |
| 563 | 2019-12-14 10:55:58 | 73.84 | 99% |