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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3262 | 2021-09-28 09:59:58 | 71.65 | 95% |
| 2421 | 2021-02-17 16:08:32 | 64.21 | 95% |
| 738 | 2020-11-05 07:00:58 | 59.10 | 94% |