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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 767 | 2022-01-06 17:29:27 | 57.52 | 98% |
| 126 | 2021-12-10 10:28:07 | 52.06 | 97% |