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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2334 | 2021-08-29 18:01:35 | 127.29 | 97% |
| 1952 | 2021-05-19 15:01:52 | 114.69 | 98% |
| 1223 | 2020-09-16 17:46:27 | 85.12 | 96% |