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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1685 | 2023-03-05 11:24:47 | 62.98 | 97% |
| 761 | 2021-10-09 12:52:22 | 63.34 | 95% |