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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4234 | 2025-01-28 22:23:26 | 91.13 | 98% |
| 2364 | 2024-11-14 19:39:29 | 90.60 | 97.3% |
| 1712 | 2024-09-03 18:00:14 | 95.84 | 100% |