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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2552 | 2020-05-03 17:40:28 | 183.66 | 100% |
| 2298 | 2018-10-29 05:44:22 | 168.68 | 100% |