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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4505 | 2025-08-16 11:56:29 | 126.65 | 97% |
| 3159 | 2025-06-26 12:22:52 | 122.16 | 97% |