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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2470 | 2022-04-05 17:01:24 | 141.59 | 99% |
| 1026 | 2021-11-10 10:39:01 | 129.15 | 99% |
| 1014 | 2021-11-06 16:51:21 | 104.93 | 96% |
| 742 | 2021-08-14 12:44:49 | 117.22 | 97% |