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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 369 | 2023-01-15 06:46:41 | 96.60 | 97% |
| 50 | 2020-12-24 01:09:53 | 100.67 | 99% |