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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 822 | 2021-02-08 03:15:41 | 73.23 | 96% |
| 310 | 2018-08-28 18:43:50 | 42.81 | 91% |