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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1517 | 2024-05-20 21:09:28 | 139.91 | 99.6% |
| 1043 | 2023-11-25 22:42:05 | 122.19 | 98% |