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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1619 | 2021-09-16 23:43:22 | 132.72 | 98% |
| 1409 | 2021-08-25 22:33:12 | 124.26 | 98% |
| 1170 | 2021-08-04 20:29:29 | 137.31 | 98% |
| 1102 | 2021-07-24 16:17:02 | 129.51 | 97% |