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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3710 | 2019-03-27 22:19:52 | 186.15 | 100% |
| 1725 | 2019-02-13 22:21:47 | 187.40 | 99% |