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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1867 | 2020-10-09 13:22:51 | 117.19 | 98% |
| 1033 | 2020-07-28 15:29:41 | 104.84 | 98% |