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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3765 | 2021-05-07 12:28:11 | 54.52 | 97% |
| 2167 | 2020-11-22 09:15:50 | 71.64 | 96% |