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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12169 | 2021-08-19 02:42:18 | 91.66 | 98% |
| 6716 | 2020-06-08 07:40:19 | 63.86 | 97% |