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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13957 | 2024-01-08 20:08:05 | 131.04 | 97.2% |
| 11355 | 2021-01-05 03:07:04 | 118.61 | 98% |
| 9498 | 2020-09-17 17:55:13 | 130.56 | 99% |
| 8684 | 2020-08-23 17:47:33 | 127.40 | 97% |
| 7751 | 2020-08-10 17:50:27 | 133.87 | 99% |
| 7296 | 2020-08-08 00:19:30 | 136.89 | 99% |
| 4549 | 2020-07-01 23:29:22 | 129.43 | 98% |
| 3403 | 2020-06-15 00:44:01 | 119.22 | 98% |