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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2866 | 2020-09-24 10:18:00 | 66.03 | 96% |
| 2216 | 2020-08-16 04:34:29 | 70.45 | 97% |