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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 344 | 2021-02-04 07:28:25 | 56.37 | 96.2% |
| 340 | 2018-08-14 05:39:20 | 50.11 | 96% |