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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 673 | 2021-11-01 09:36:22 | 61.05 | 93% |
| 566 | 2021-10-01 07:50:49 | 77.85 | 96% |