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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1714 | 2022-01-26 20:45:32 | 137.71 | 99% |
| 693 | 2021-01-26 05:46:01 | 130.57 | 99% |
| 566 | 2021-01-02 20:30:02 | 135.32 | 99% |