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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1163 | 2022-07-26 18:06:16 | 58.41 | 96% |
| 1042 | 2022-07-02 16:52:37 | 45.87 | 96% |