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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1533 | 2021-06-07 16:17:18 | 104.87 | 98% |
| 579 | 2021-02-17 22:23:16 | 103.10 | 98.2% |