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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2847 | 2021-09-29 11:04:27 | 69.44 | 97% |
| 1526 | 2021-06-03 09:24:32 | 61.31 | 95% |