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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 805 | 2021-02-05 20:32:27 | 48.73 | 94.9% |
| 232 | 2021-01-07 11:57:10 | 39.63 | 93% |