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 |
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3282 | 2022-11-18 13:22:30 | 64.93 | 98% |
1888 | 2021-06-02 06:41:00 | 64.59 | 96% |
315 | 2020-03-25 17:05:24 | 48.79 | 97% |