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 |
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6756 | 2020-11-26 14:26:35 | 83.93 | 99% |
5883 | 2019-03-07 15:46:54 | 81.58 | 96% |
5594 | 2019-02-28 04:54:13 | 69.60 | 96% |