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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 851 | 2023-03-25 00:04:58 | 123.12 | 97% |
| 447 | 2023-02-25 02:33:24 | 143.39 | 99% |