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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13729 | 2019-04-22 22:14:51 | 78.44 | 98% |
| 12328 | 2018-08-11 17:55:50 | 78.80 | 99% |
| 11657 | 2018-08-07 17:32:23 | 86.25 | 99% |