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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5722 | 2020-09-27 21:30:16 | 71.28 | 96% |
| 5478 | 2020-08-18 15:35:00 | 69.13 | 96% |
| 2627 | 2019-09-24 12:21:13 | 62.71 | 95% |