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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1782 | 2019-10-25 00:23:11 | 107.18 | 96% |
| 39 | 2018-12-24 03:45:49 | 64.97 | 96% |