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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4506 | 2021-11-15 03:42:55 | 163.97 | 99% |
| 3945 | 2021-06-10 21:26:36 | 171.74 | 99% |