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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2415 | 2021-04-16 18:28:51 | 56.36 | 94% |
| 952 | 2020-06-08 18:45:31 | 45.26 | 94% |