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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1695 | 2021-02-16 14:25:05 | 66.69 | 97.3% |
| 1266 | 2021-01-14 15:25:07 | 70.37 | 98% |