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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2216 | 2021-05-25 08:22:54 | 67.13 | 98% |
| 1385 | 2021-02-18 09:55:09 | 56.25 | 96.1% |