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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 972 | 2022-08-04 08:54:02 | 69.34 | 98% |
| 178 | 2022-06-07 23:09:56 | 55.16 | 95% |