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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1519 | 2018-12-17 15:36:53 | 99.36 | 99% |
| 1020 | 2018-12-06 15:45:18 | 96.11 | 99% |