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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1900 | 2021-09-02 02:19:21 | 83.98 | 97% |
| 1494 | 2021-08-03 02:03:03 | 76.66 | 96% |