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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3019 | 2021-02-22 00:26:37 | 140.19 | 97.7% |
| 1896 | 2020-04-11 20:05:54 | 138.24 | 98% |
| 778 | 2019-04-10 08:17:26 | 120.48 | 97% |