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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4103 | 2022-08-01 03:26:15 | 132.62 | 96% |
| 1405 | 2021-11-20 10:11:36 | 166.74 | 97% |
| 1287 | 2021-11-18 23:29:59 | 143.53 | 97% |
| 814 | 2021-11-12 06:17:49 | 148.96 | 98% |