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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1535 | 2021-07-23 14:32:00 | 69.47 | 98% |
| 1058 | 2020-11-24 16:24:02 | 57.04 | 97% |