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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2143 | 2023-01-22 02:43:06 | 123.70 | 98% |
| 1797 | 2022-03-18 03:59:15 | 135.72 | 99% |
| 547 | 2021-08-20 16:02:22 | 160.23 | 100% |