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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8075 | 2020-04-28 01:00:47 | 108.78 | 98% |
5735 | 2019-08-26 02:44:14 | 111.23 | 99% |
4123 | 2019-06-24 10:03:06 | 106.30 | 99% |