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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1597 | 2022-01-03 10:16:56 | 104.54 | 98% |
| 607 | 2017-11-02 12:35:13 | 86.13 | 96% |
| 113 | 2013-07-10 21:56:33 | 60.41 | 84% |