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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 612 | 2019-04-13 09:58:01 | 81.79 | 96% |
| 345 | 2019-03-22 15:34:53 | 77.31 | 96% |