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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7065 | 2021-06-15 07:09:53 | 88.68 | 98% |
| 5864 | 2021-04-14 06:56:00 | 84.43 | 96% |
| 4495 | 2021-03-01 14:45:41 | 75.67 | 94% |