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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2796 | 2024-01-15 20:45:14 | 100.15 | 98.9% |
| 2791 | 2024-01-14 16:00:46 | 95.06 | 97.7% |