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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13574 | 2021-04-12 10:25:52 | 114.40 | 97% |
| 1129 | 2020-05-06 14:46:39 | 106.01 | 99% |