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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3007 | 2021-04-23 12:27:27 | 97.05 | 97% |
| 2869 | 2021-04-07 00:05:07 | 84.41 | 95% |
| 1532 | 2020-03-24 19:23:32 | 83.51 | 95% |
| 832 | 2019-05-29 20:19:20 | 83.24 | 97% |
| 695 | 2019-04-05 22:06:43 | 72.10 | 96% |
| 435 | 2019-02-16 16:38:28 | 70.26 | 96% |