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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4999 | 2021-04-06 13:58:31 | 91.14 | 99% |
| 4307 | 2020-09-19 19:10:21 | 72.96 | 97% |