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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2105 | 2022-06-08 00:21:44 | 60.39 | 95% |
| 997 | 2021-05-04 22:34:55 | 58.96 | 94% |
| 363 | 2021-03-05 01:30:37 | 58.05 | 95% |