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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5489 | 2021-06-12 05:26:53 | 89.91 | 98% |
| 1736 | 2018-10-13 11:28:04 | 67.74 | 97% |