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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1424 | 2021-06-01 03:27:17 | 129.74 | 100% |
| 1056 | 2021-05-17 07:23:03 | 125.29 | 98% |