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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5141 | 2020-12-27 09:23:19 | 71.88 | 95% |
| 2024 | 2020-09-14 00:22:12 | 64.30 | 95% |