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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2707 | 2023-04-10 06:24:45 | 100.63 | 98% |
| 635 | 2016-07-12 13:46:03 | 83.57 | 94% |
| 334 | 2016-06-13 22:43:03 | 77.64 | 94% |