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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3321 | 2021-09-14 20:14:33 | 110.53 | 98% |
| 2261 | 2021-04-01 05:44:02 | 102.83 | 99% |
| 351 | 2020-02-06 22:36:29 | 98.75 | 98% |