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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16540 | 2021-08-17 01:12:56 | 125.07 | 99% |
| 16009 | 2019-06-08 18:29:58 | 122.62 | 98% |
| 13484 | 2018-10-07 17:44:03 | 114.17 | 98% |
| 1241 | 2017-01-11 20:58:41 | 100.76 | 98% |
| 947 | 2017-01-09 00:26:16 | 93.99 | 95% |