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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4932 | 2020-10-03 20:28:16 | 130.03 | 99% |
3968 | 2020-07-27 14:38:11 | 110.54 | 99% |