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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 951 | 2021-01-11 00:15:49 | 87.26 | 96% |
| 280 | 2019-10-30 11:44:54 | 86.23 | 96% |