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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 897 | 2021-02-02 01:50:00 | 117.29 | 97.4% |
| 775 | 2021-02-01 03:48:51 | 113.37 | 97.1% |