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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4448 | 2021-03-13 17:25:02 | 77.60 | 96% |
| 4247 | 2021-03-09 22:51:17 | 73.26 | 97% |
| 4128 | 2021-03-08 19:26:59 | 75.67 | 96% |