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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11099 | 2021-01-05 10:57:17 | 132.04 | 99% |
| 9228 | 2019-10-07 12:46:52 | 132.50 | 99% |
| 2362 | 2018-10-23 08:02:12 | 118.23 | 99% |
| 2083 | 2018-10-12 10:00:54 | 122.82 | 99% |