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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1322 | 2019-09-07 18:40:51 | 108.84 | 100% |
| 354 | 2019-01-12 13:02:14 | 90.80 | 98% |