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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2198 | 2020-01-31 17:09:05 | 71.57 | 95% |
| 278 | 2018-11-22 21:03:06 | 77.82 | 98% |