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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4404 | 2021-10-24 19:29:42 | 112.42 | 96% |
| 2720 | 2020-09-08 08:18:02 | 111.63 | 97% |