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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4615 | 2022-12-25 16:43:24 | 86.24 | 96% |
| 3024 | 2021-09-16 15:58:55 | 80.62 | 96% |
| 2739 | 2021-08-22 18:14:20 | 77.64 | 96% |
| 627 | 2021-06-24 15:30:06 | 65.75 | 95% |