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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 796 | 2024-03-11 14:53:42 | 138.81 | 98.6% |
| 472 | 2024-02-04 17:53:40 | 122.45 | 98.6% |