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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2220 | 2024-10-08 23:06:54 | 115.28 | 98.7% |
| 1121 | 2024-09-12 02:31:22 | 117.50 | 98.6% |