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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3054 | 2021-06-20 13:20:33 | 59.76 | 97% |
| 523 | 2021-03-08 12:08:35 | 61.49 | 98% |