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 |
---|---|---|---|
8501 | 2025-01-02 22:24:45 | 116.08 | 97% |
5307 | 2024-02-24 18:12:11 | 94.03 | 98% |
4860 | 2024-01-31 21:35:58 | 97.70 | 95.9% |
4745 | 2024-01-30 17:35:50 | 104.72 | 96.4% |