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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3160 | 2022-09-04 12:38:06 | 80.37 | 97% |
| 3107 | 2022-08-30 11:07:44 | 84.05 | 97% |