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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2829 | 2018-11-19 12:05:58 | 63.26 | 97% |
| 1170 | 2018-10-14 15:15:29 | 52.55 | 94% |