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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6373 | 2021-06-23 12:53:10 | 92.54 | 98% |
| 5326 | 2021-04-01 01:03:02 | 81.43 | 98% |