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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 228 | 2022-10-01 17:08:07 | 107.01 | 99% |
| 129 | 2022-03-09 11:58:32 | 97.81 | 97% |