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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1185 | 2019-08-04 09:27:44 | 80.07 | 97% |
| 951 | 2019-07-27 06:55:58 | 76.01 | 99% |
| 384 | 2019-07-20 03:00:30 | 77.84 | 97% |
| 239 | 2019-07-19 03:58:36 | 58.83 | 96% |