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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3852 | 2023-04-04 14:05:22 | 102.17 | 98% |
| 1939 | 2021-08-19 12:35:38 | 100.31 | 99% |
| 1378 | 2021-03-25 19:57:52 | 85.91 | 98% |