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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12362 | 2020-08-12 03:39:18 | 96.03 | 98% |
| 9369 | 2020-01-12 10:36:31 | 70.43 | 98% |
| 8802 | 2019-12-30 23:50:01 | 99.09 | 98% |
| 8054 | 2019-12-10 11:33:53 | 84.95 | 98% |
| 556 | 2019-04-05 14:45:59 | 81.12 | 97% |