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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6584 | 2021-09-21 12:34:53 | 113.94 | 98% |
| 6210 | 2021-09-04 14:21:49 | 119.79 | 99% |
| 5638 | 2018-12-05 11:44:51 | 101.90 | 98% |
| 4359 | 2018-02-12 16:16:58 | 93.08 | 97% |