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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1101 | 2021-11-30 00:30:03 | 91.33 | 96% |
| 290 | 2021-06-26 16:53:37 | 85.37 | 97% |