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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1022 | 2023-07-13 07:31:36 | 128.53 | 99% |
| 911 | 2019-01-24 01:00:06 | 144.03 | 99% |
| 717 | 2014-10-06 15:29:06 | 116.03 | 95% |