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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3668 | 2021-05-22 05:52:51 | 45.16 | 98% |
| 3323 | 2021-05-04 07:58:42 | 48.17 | 100% |