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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1485 | 2022-09-16 00:24:23 | 73.29 | 98% |
| 583 | 2022-04-09 13:39:42 | 52.67 | 98% |