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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3816 | 2021-04-29 17:05:06 | 89.53 | 98% |
| 1005 | 2019-04-17 16:56:21 | 69.69 | 97% |