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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1992 | 2021-09-27 06:48:09 | 118.35 | 98% |
| 1760 | 2021-07-19 03:17:40 | 120.44 | 98% |
| 1034 | 2021-02-13 21:39:27 | 111.71 | 98.1% |