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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11761 | 2020-11-19 11:47:39 | 101.25 | 99% |
3607 | 2019-05-30 08:08:44 | 88.15 | 98% |