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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1471 | 2024-01-24 10:56:28 | 104.37 | 98% |
| 1448 | 2024-01-22 09:41:20 | 105.85 | 98.3% |
| 1141 | 2021-09-27 17:41:10 | 89.10 | 96% |