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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 854 | 2021-06-10 23:19:05 | 95.60 | 98% |
| 812 | 2021-05-24 00:06:05 | 103.81 | 99% |