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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6070 | 2020-06-16 14:05:13 | 90.99 | 97% |
| 4908 | 2019-10-01 12:26:21 | 72.95 | 95% |
| 2262 | 2018-02-14 17:20:13 | 86.79 | 98% |
| 162 | 2017-07-17 14:20:57 | 85.05 | 98% |