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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 692 | 2021-11-15 11:41:37 | 70.59 | 97% |
| 437 | 2021-10-31 15:44:40 | 57.22 | 95% |