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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10684 | 2021-07-18 17:24:49 | 120.93 | 98% |
| 9810 | 2021-03-18 12:09:44 | 116.79 | 99% |
| 4172 | 2020-12-24 20:28:14 | 121.06 | 100% |
| 3716 | 2020-12-20 10:04:45 | 97.21 | 98% |
| 3498 | 2020-12-17 06:40:59 | 102.40 | 97% |