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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4109 | 2021-03-24 07:13:57 | 75.93 | 97% |
| 2903 | 2021-02-01 08:05:57 | 74.88 | 97% |
| 699 | 2020-09-23 07:56:11 | 66.97 | 98% |