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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5293 | 2021-08-02 10:18:16 | 60.62 | 95% |
| 1307 | 2018-10-23 17:03:53 | 61.45 | 97% |