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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7572 | 2020-12-21 11:37:12 | 123.47 | 99% |
| 3956 | 2020-08-12 19:27:09 | 123.86 | 99% |