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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 305 | 2021-01-04 05:30:47 | 58.48 | 97% |
| 148 | 2020-12-30 12:20:41 | 54.98 | 96% |