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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1424 | 2021-09-28 04:58:47 | 52.58 | 96% |
| 671 | 2020-08-21 03:53:15 | 49.12 | 95% |