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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 856 | 2021-02-02 15:08:43 | 88.58 | 97.3% |
| 810 | 2021-01-28 17:36:13 | 80.21 | 97.6% |