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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1326 | 2021-11-10 07:46:05 | 94.51 | 97% |
| 1172 | 2021-10-21 09:36:12 | 87.20 | 97% |