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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2416 | 2020-06-01 05:36:03 | 77.82 | 95% |
| 1042 | 2020-02-27 01:57:28 | 73.27 | 96% |