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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8264 | 2022-05-25 14:21:15 | 160.41 | 99% |
| 5407 | 2020-03-09 04:58:07 | 155.74 | 98% |
| 2949 | 2019-07-16 01:11:10 | 137.88 | 98% |
| 384 | 2017-01-04 09:26:56 | 131.47 | 94% |