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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1240 | 2025-07-03 04:21:31 | 129.98 | 98% |
| 1098 | 2025-07-01 17:35:51 | 129.01 | 99% |