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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 784 | 2021-09-07 19:39:02 | 68.43 | 95% |
| 19 | 2020-10-27 02:10:52 | 43.23 | 94% |