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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3284 | 2020-09-08 08:18:05 | 102.88 | 98% |
| 1852 | 2019-08-24 03:47:40 | 80.06 | 97% |
| 1343 | 2019-08-15 18:04:46 | 81.82 | 98% |