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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 469 | 2021-04-15 13:25:20 | 85.91 | 97% |
| 305 | 2021-03-02 18:13:44 | 78.39 | 95% |