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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1265 | 2020-11-04 14:02:28 | 88.55 | 99% |
| 1211 | 2020-07-26 11:20:03 | 80.53 | 97% |
| 659 | 2018-11-06 20:09:47 | 81.58 | 97% |