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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4194 | 2021-07-13 15:29:47 | 94.88 | 97% |
| 2186 | 2020-07-23 04:52:52 | 90.15 | 97% |
| 44 | 2020-02-20 07:22:37 | 62.64 | 95% |