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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5199 | 2023-02-11 12:38:50 | 76.21 | 99% |
| 4920 | 2023-01-31 15:11:07 | 84.34 | 99% |