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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18332 | 2021-11-22 12:10:32 | 119.26 | 98% |
| 12939 | 2021-03-30 11:28:16 | 116.52 | 98% |
| 10511 | 2020-10-15 11:34:34 | 122.55 | 98% |