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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6093 | 2019-09-01 02:51:20 | 86.76 | 96% |
| 5690 | 2019-07-19 13:00:28 | 91.65 | 98% |
| 4282 | 2019-05-31 11:59:56 | 76.19 | 95% |