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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12700 | 2025-04-25 23:23:07 | 88.03 | 97.4% |
| 12107 | 2025-04-04 13:35:48 | 91.73 | 97.7% |
| 1490 | 2023-10-04 21:06:08 | 80.98 | 97.4% |