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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1789 | 2020-09-12 20:28:59 | 89.52 | 98% |
| 1569 | 2020-09-04 21:42:03 | 103.35 | 99% |