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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11458 | 2023-08-20 23:17:44 | 144.09 | 99% |
| 2703 | 2018-03-30 16:10:41 | 141.57 | 98% |
| 2166 | 2018-03-02 17:25:03 | 136.35 | 99% |
| 681 | 2017-09-26 08:50:31 | 130.31 | 97% |