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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2453 | 2021-09-08 02:19:00 | 88.95 | 98% |
| 1884 | 2021-05-07 19:42:00 | 90.47 | 97% |
| 614 | 2021-03-03 06:04:59 | 79.38 | 97% |