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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2321 | 2019-12-07 14:31:25 | 103.10 | 98% |
| 1765 | 2019-04-10 07:02:02 | 87.62 | 97% |
| 177 | 2019-03-17 03:27:58 | 76.87 | 97% |