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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2170 | 2021-02-12 00:50:52 | 110.54 | 100% |
| 1200 | 2020-10-19 18:24:35 | 90.23 | 97% |