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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1447 | 2021-02-22 05:10:02 | 45.98 | 92% |
| 921 | 2020-12-08 02:54:09 | 52.00 | 94% |
| 721 | 2020-11-28 07:14:51 | 45.38 | 93% |
| 197 | 2020-10-21 16:37:09 | 51.33 | 95% |