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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17206 | 2020-03-24 00:00:11 | 145.26 | 99% |
| 14618 | 2019-09-11 09:18:27 | 162.51 | 100% |