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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2534 | 2020-08-28 17:13:05 | 92.50 | 98% |
| 2354 | 2020-05-29 11:10:46 | 84.66 | 98% |
| 42 | 2019-04-26 14:18:26 | 61.94 | 97% |