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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12980 | 2020-08-16 14:16:30 | 113.25 | 99% |
| 12318 | 2020-06-28 09:26:11 | 101.62 | 99% |