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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2823 | 2020-08-17 16:06:02 | 65.32 | 99% |
| 2742 | 2020-08-08 05:39:33 | 54.41 | 98% |
| 1057 | 2020-06-16 07:02:20 | 52.12 | 97% |