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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38199 | 2018-10-15 16:23:13 | 148.14 | 98% |
| 33364 | 2018-08-27 13:17:53 | 146.56 | 99% |