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 |
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5190 | 2021-05-02 08:08:10 | 67.47 | 96% |
3582 | 2021-01-28 03:25:04 | 67.93 | 94.8% |