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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1690 | 2020-10-09 13:30:23 | 75.53 | 97% |
| 1279 | 2020-06-01 05:29:06 | 59.44 | 96% |
| 852 | 2020-03-04 11:28:55 | 60.14 | 96% |