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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3786 | 2020-09-22 20:20:02 | 75.89 | 94% |
| 1598 | 2020-01-30 17:18:49 | 71.76 | 94% |
| 1497 | 2020-01-26 22:47:07 | 61.23 | 94% |