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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1994 | 2022-01-09 14:49:33 | 70.83 | 95% |
| 1738 | 2020-12-27 07:39:04 | 63.92 | 96% |