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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5088 | 2020-10-16 17:50:07 | 101.44 | 97% |
| 2314 | 2020-04-08 09:28:30 | 89.49 | 99% |
| 2250 | 2020-04-07 12:08:19 | 78.53 | 96% |