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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3062 | 2025-11-02 23:59:20 | 83.97 | 98% |
| 452 | 2022-08-08 13:28:15 | 82.11 | 99% |