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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 330 | 2021-09-10 05:51:57 | 81.65 | 96% |
| 276 | 2021-09-07 02:50:56 | 82.64 | 98% |