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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1492 | 2021-11-07 04:42:08 | 73.04 | 98% |
| 386 | 2020-03-28 07:23:36 | 71.31 | 98% |
| 188 | 2020-02-14 18:37:05 | 70.36 | 98% |