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 |
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1067 | 2022-05-06 20:51:18 | 109.44 | 97% |
24 | 2021-06-03 21:17:23 | 80.30 | 97% |