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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13005 | 2021-02-18 23:53:28 | 106.67 | 98.6% |
| 10683 | 2019-02-07 04:45:37 | 97.81 | 98% |