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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6874 | 2021-09-11 00:30:31 | 99.63 | 98% |
| 5063 | 2021-01-17 01:44:32 | 91.47 | 98% |
| 4372 | 2021-01-05 00:01:52 | 79.82 | 98% |
| 4342 | 2021-01-04 23:12:30 | 91.60 | 99% |
| 2199 | 2020-08-22 20:34:48 | 88.64 | 99% |
| 1490 | 2020-04-17 23:07:59 | 65.10 | 98% |