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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7368 | 2020-10-12 14:00:10 | 69.67 | 95% |
| 5976 | 2020-06-15 11:44:59 | 67.66 | 94% |
| 1188 | 2019-08-17 16:35:59 | 46.98 | 92% |
| 1126 | 2019-08-16 16:40:36 | 48.35 | 93% |