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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1524 | 2021-03-06 05:59:56 | 57.01 | 94% |
| 798 | 2021-01-26 08:51:57 | 45.28 | 91% |