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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1054 | 2022-05-19 18:29:35 | 67.72 | 97% |
| 475 | 2022-02-15 18:00:50 | 59.09 | 95% |
| 354 | 2022-02-09 17:48:42 | 50.86 | 95% |