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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6828 | 2025-10-10 17:09:33 | 81.11 | 98% |
| 6326 | 2025-09-05 12:24:22 | 77.55 | 97% |