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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6745 | 2021-03-30 20:02:35 | 105.54 | 98% |
| 5917 | 2021-03-06 13:15:39 | 99.83 | 97% |