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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3061 | 2021-09-08 07:31:35 | 101.38 | 96% |
| 597 | 2016-09-30 14:44:02 | 37.05 | 83% |
| 319 | 2016-09-19 13:10:09 | 40.32 | 87% |