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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12996 | 2022-08-09 10:46:11 | 104.62 | 99% |
| 9559 | 2019-01-10 22:22:04 | 90.53 | 97% |