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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 535 | 2021-03-01 16:49:09 | 88.98 | 97.9% |
| 34 | 2020-12-30 20:10:03 | 63.15 | 97% |