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 |
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7447 | 2020-11-10 03:05:54 | 79.27 | 96% |
6569 | 2020-10-24 03:53:22 | 75.29 | 96% |