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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5136 | 2021-11-16 12:29:09 | 76.52 | 98% |
| 4033 | 2021-06-03 15:36:11 | 74.28 | 98% |
| 1997 | 2020-04-05 09:23:05 | 82.16 | 99% |
| 4 | 2015-02-06 19:43:58 | 47.58 | 89% |