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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1879 | 2024-01-21 11:43:03 | 125.27 | 99.6% |
| 1283 | 2023-11-15 23:06:18 | 109.87 | 98.3% |