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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7540 | 2023-02-14 10:01:29 | 96.50 | 98% |
| 1344 | 2019-10-07 16:21:41 | 86.36 | 97% |
| 238 | 2018-11-02 13:47:23 | 78.28 | 98% |