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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6153 | 2021-05-08 00:15:24 | 111.78 | 98% |
| 602 | 2020-03-19 07:42:53 | 112.53 | 99% |