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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5431 | 2020-11-17 03:27:44 | 147.36 | 98% |
| 2812 | 2020-01-02 01:16:55 | 159.82 | 98% |
| 228 | 2018-11-08 00:52:06 | 151.16 | 99% |
| 142 | 2018-11-05 21:34:20 | 134.28 | 96% |