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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6345 | 2023-07-25 02:34:40 | 100.43 | 97% |
| 5613 | 2023-04-10 09:49:57 | 102.70 | 98% |
| 5254 | 2023-03-29 10:21:07 | 114.43 | 99% |