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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12313 | 2021-07-17 11:58:34 | 73.65 | 98% |
| 9856 | 2018-09-09 12:49:58 | 69.39 | 98% |