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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2006 | 2020-05-27 08:32:42 | 134.31 | 98% |
| 918 | 2019-12-22 00:24:52 | 127.52 | 96% |
| 68 | 2019-06-23 19:03:37 | 90.93 | 95% |