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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5876 | 2021-04-18 13:55:44 | 99.39 | 98% |
| 5663 | 2021-04-06 07:17:04 | 92.51 | 97% |