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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1417 | 2024-03-28 12:23:50 | 80.98 | 98% |
| 585 | 2023-04-25 13:00:56 | 83.07 | 97% |