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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3166 | 2019-01-12 13:02:13 | 91.66 | 99% |
| 2807 | 2018-11-29 14:44:31 | 80.83 | 98% |
| 1247 | 2018-10-17 04:08:44 | 67.25 | 97% |