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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48763 | 2023-01-20 19:31:42 | 148.86 | 99% |
46597 | 2021-11-09 20:43:55 | 138.97 | 98% |