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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2699 | 2025-03-25 20:24:23 | 97.63 | 96.7% |
| 1745 | 2022-01-08 03:29:34 | 104.81 | 97% |