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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 729 | 2023-05-24 11:16:43 | 36.14 | 98% |
| 534 | 2023-05-20 15:48:16 | 32.83 | 98% |