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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2643 | 2023-03-17 19:11:57 | 62.82 | 95% |
| 2179 | 2023-03-07 11:07:01 | 59.33 | 95% |