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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1118 | 2023-08-02 08:51:01 | 80.12 | 97.4% |
| 669 | 2023-06-25 18:01:44 | 84.83 | 97.4% |