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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 657 | 2021-05-05 18:38:49 | 107.82 | 96% |
| 478 | 2020-12-28 19:41:09 | 94.70 | 96% |
| 51 | 2020-08-22 22:46:11 | 120.49 | 98% |