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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2889 | 2019-11-08 18:35:22 | 92.00 | 98% |
| 1407 | 2019-10-23 18:16:20 | 85.83 | 97% |