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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 830 | 2023-04-14 14:25:28 | 97.51 | 99% |
| 517 | 2023-04-08 12:57:44 | 101.91 | 99% |
| 342 | 2023-04-05 13:50:19 | 100.65 | 99% |