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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8624 | 2021-09-03 11:04:59 | 111.17 | 98% |
| 5891 | 2020-11-02 09:27:30 | 97.25 | 97% |
| 5221 | 2020-09-07 07:18:44 | 93.65 | 97% |