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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 82 | 2020-11-14 01:54:36 | 71.12 | 97% |
| 63 | 2020-11-10 05:06:32 | 68.38 | 96% |