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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5295 | 2021-06-11 14:49:35 | 81.08 | 97% |
| 4378 | 2021-01-20 15:19:52 | 71.51 | 96% |
| 2647 | 2020-08-09 17:35:53 | 68.02 | 97% |
| 2009 | 2020-06-21 13:01:20 | 61.16 | 95% |