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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1888 | 2021-01-09 13:19:56 | 109.48 | 98% |
| 1017 | 2020-12-25 17:36:00 | 96.52 | 96% |
| 570 | 2020-12-20 22:12:01 | 110.10 | 97% |