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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 892 | 2021-04-20 18:27:18 | 83.71 | 96% |
| 532 | 2021-02-04 23:09:06 | 78.63 | 97.4% |