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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1367 | 2020-06-28 10:51:42 | 158.04 | 97% |
| 1254 | 2020-06-24 17:15:29 | 195.19 | 99% |
| 959 | 2020-06-20 21:06:05 | 188.99 | 99% |