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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1174 | 2025-04-21 09:38:08 | 94.29 | 96.5% |
| 965 | 2025-04-07 21:11:21 | 101.41 | 97.6% |