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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6023 | 2020-05-31 03:57:13 | 120.37 | 99% |
| 4821 | 2020-01-17 03:35:10 | 106.90 | 99% |
| 3453 | 2018-07-13 01:24:47 | 105.06 | 98% |
| 2084 | 2018-05-15 01:31:38 | 101.08 | 98% |