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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2573 | 2021-05-26 12:21:10 | 70.04 | 98% |
| 1572 | 2021-05-03 05:20:22 | 66.39 | 96% |