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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9111 | 2021-07-22 11:08:20 | 144.99 | 98% |
| 5636 | 2021-05-13 17:45:00 | 142.55 | 100% |
| 2537 | 2021-03-27 00:49:02 | 131.95 | 99% |
| 1157 | 2021-03-15 07:30:23 | 117.27 | 99% |