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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16939 | 2023-05-02 07:15:20 | 161.41 | 99% |
| 13482 | 2020-05-09 03:40:43 | 158.07 | 99% |
| 10866 | 2020-02-29 02:51:40 | 150.62 | 99% |
| 8561 | 2019-04-26 01:32:57 | 121.66 | 98% |