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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2806 | 2022-05-26 12:15:47 | 74.23 | 97% |
| 1709 | 2022-02-13 19:29:08 | 68.30 | 97% |