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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4880 | 2021-10-15 00:04:07 | 88.94 | 98% |
| 3941 | 2020-12-24 07:37:03 | 100.64 | 99% |