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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7958 | 2021-04-24 02:29:18 | 111.06 | 98% |
| 6223 | 2020-10-15 19:15:30 | 96.78 | 98% |
| 6178 | 2020-10-01 20:52:20 | 88.13 | 96% |