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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3387 | 2020-02-03 17:41:48 | 68.07 | 96% |
| 1146 | 2019-10-05 09:35:25 | 61.35 | 98% |
| 567 | 2019-09-21 09:38:18 | 65.92 | 98% |