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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5364 | 2021-10-12 16:22:08 | 107.95 | 97% |
| 4260 | 2020-10-27 10:10:52 | 91.82 | 97% |