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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4051 | 2021-02-24 04:47:47 | 83.01 | 97.7% |
| 1169 | 2019-01-14 01:10:27 | 87.28 | 98% |