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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5272 | 2022-06-12 07:44:10 | 110.54 | 99% |
| 4565 | 2020-09-22 14:22:36 | 101.73 | 99% |
| 1362 | 2019-02-24 08:20:21 | 84.55 | 97% |