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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3754 | 2021-03-13 08:25:33 | 97.21 | 99% |
| 1551 | 2020-06-28 08:45:40 | 80.06 | 99% |