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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1029 | 2020-07-30 11:59:26 | 113.85 | 98% |
| 14 | 2019-12-27 15:28:40 | 117.62 | 99% |