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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2427 | 2021-04-25 17:56:22 | 78.10 | 97% |
| 876 | 2021-02-17 17:58:48 | 74.13 | 98% |