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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3017 | 2022-08-26 09:15:57 | 93.51 | 97% |
| 2144 | 2021-05-06 22:45:31 | 88.01 | 98% |
| 1548 | 2014-03-01 07:38:11 | 85.25 | 96% |