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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4126 | 2020-12-04 00:52:41 | 129.83 | 97% |
| 1102 | 2018-09-26 00:43:36 | 153.79 | 99% |
| 786 | 2018-09-12 12:26:15 | 153.93 | 99% |