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 |
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1277 | 2019-05-17 14:22:11 | 62.21 | 93% |
930 | 2019-03-28 01:26:31 | 63.23 | 96% |
311 | 2019-02-28 13:37:42 | 53.66 | 95% |