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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 325 | 2021-02-09 13:17:09 | 44.07 | 93.8% |
| 283 | 2021-02-08 18:24:31 | 42.53 | 97.3% |