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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2361 | 2021-12-06 23:26:59 | 77.10 | 96% |
| 1104 | 2021-09-16 08:58:06 | 65.71 | 94% |