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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6081 | 2024-03-05 00:27:54 | 133.59 | 98.3% |
| 5893 | 2024-03-03 18:31:10 | 134.84 | 97.4% |
| 5770 | 2024-03-02 23:26:13 | 144.05 | 99% |
| 3020 | 2024-02-17 01:23:32 | 134.20 | 98.3% |
| 763 | 2024-02-05 22:37:23 | 116.88 | 97% |
| 74 | 2024-02-03 22:18:19 | 133.97 | 96.7% |