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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1183 | 2021-03-16 20:53:53 | 113.60 | 98% |
| 50 | 2020-09-30 15:34:43 | 102.20 | 97% |