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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3958 | 2023-01-06 05:49:31 | 120.95 | 99% |
| 1085 | 2021-10-08 23:16:22 | 100.17 | 99% |