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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1652 | 2019-04-30 14:19:40 | 70.54 | 96% |
| 1596 | 2019-04-24 12:16:01 | 62.24 | 95% |