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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12452 | 2025-04-08 14:27:23 | 86.58 | 96.9% |
| 12386 | 2025-04-07 21:11:24 | 93.02 | 98.9% |
| 10694 | 2025-03-14 19:49:24 | 76.24 | 96.6% |
| 10043 | 2025-03-02 01:44:12 | 94.55 | 98.9% |
| 6414 | 2025-01-03 21:56:58 | 76.55 | 97.6% |