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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 538 | 2021-01-17 16:10:48 | 50.67 | 97% |
| 472 | 2021-01-17 01:02:13 | 51.72 | 96% |