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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10676 | 2021-09-30 15:44:34 | 115.70 | 98% |
| 9634 | 2021-05-06 11:20:52 | 112.16 | 98% |
| 5332 | 2019-09-20 07:56:23 | 92.20 | 97% |
| 2848 | 2018-02-19 10:20:26 | 72.03 | 96% |