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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8509 | 2018-10-11 20:59:08 | 45.73 | 94% |
| 6260 | 2018-09-21 17:22:45 | 42.82 | 97% |