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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4721 | 2024-04-11 01:01:27 | 142.51 | 98.9% |
| 4066 | 2024-02-10 21:05:23 | 123.82 | 99% |
| 2403 | 2020-04-16 21:03:35 | 125.88 | 98% |
| 1932 | 2019-01-15 03:29:57 | 110.25 | 98% |