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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2076 | 2020-08-23 10:43:39 | 42.33 | 94% |
| 456 | 2020-06-30 05:06:16 | 36.85 | 96% |
| 85 | 2020-06-21 10:56:40 | 31.91 | 95% |