Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6843 | 2023-07-21 00:33:55 | 78.54 | 96% |
| 6258 | 2023-07-13 11:42:59 | 126.84 | 99% |
| 3532 | 2021-11-11 11:55:41 | 116.98 | 99% |