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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2970 | 2019-04-25 18:18:24 | 105.16 | 97% |
| 2916 | 2019-04-12 07:53:52 | 108.77 | 98% |
| 2514 | 2019-02-02 18:48:34 | 97.18 | 96% |