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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 368 | 2021-12-27 03:26:41 | 100.16 | 98% |
| 317 | 2021-01-23 00:00:11 | 92.48 | 98% |