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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 700 | 2021-07-14 10:11:51 | 115.58 | 98% |
| 516 | 2021-06-28 04:01:06 | 108.40 | 98% |