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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9608 | 2024-07-24 09:57:02 | 84.62 | 96.6% |
| 666 | 2021-03-27 09:40:31 | 54.14 | 95% |