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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3013 | 2021-01-14 03:33:08 | 133.18 | 98% |
| 1261 | 2016-09-21 01:35:21 | 121.08 | 96% |
| 452 | 2015-03-28 18:49:11 | 121.77 | 98% |