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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6847 | 2021-08-11 10:11:54 | 82.45 | 98% |
| 4216 | 2020-01-23 17:21:41 | 72.01 | 99% |
| 3814 | 2019-10-13 08:04:48 | 76.30 | 96% |