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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7829 | 2023-08-24 12:13:59 | 84.15 | 97% |
| 3320 | 2021-08-07 09:18:51 | 85.02 | 99% |
| 2376 | 2021-03-04 18:33:55 | 85.86 | 98% |