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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3159 | 2021-04-08 01:21:06 | 88.43 | 98% |
| 2265 | 2021-02-23 18:49:31 | 74.91 | 96.3% |
| 748 | 2020-12-10 04:18:57 | 64.63 | 97% |