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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5111 | 2020-12-13 14:31:08 | 82.85 | 96% |
| 4579 | 2020-11-11 13:14:43 | 102.25 | 98% |
| 4342 | 2020-11-08 07:48:59 | 99.14 | 98% |
| 3764 | 2020-03-20 01:10:15 | 88.81 | 97% |
| 884 | 2019-02-18 06:15:24 | 68.37 | 96% |
| 391 | 2019-02-12 15:32:27 | 52.50 | 95% |