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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1556 | 2020-09-19 04:10:25 | 56.22 | 97% |
| 293 | 2020-08-21 04:14:09 | 46.56 | 96% |