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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3722 | 2024-11-13 19:32:32 | 81.52 | 96% |
| 3258 | 2022-01-22 18:42:42 | 87.14 | 98% |