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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7347 | 2021-06-03 13:12:40 | 82.72 | 98% |
| 6772 | 2021-05-16 15:19:11 | 89.96 | 98% |