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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4338 | 2022-03-21 02:44:05 | 99.26 | 99% |
| 932 | 2019-08-31 23:59:35 | 74.28 | 100% |