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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3337 | 2021-07-10 10:55:27 | 73.80 | 95% |
| 2754 | 2021-01-16 20:07:45 | 62.96 | 93% |
| 1125 | 2020-07-10 19:56:46 | 55.68 | 95% |
| 586 | 2020-05-31 13:54:47 | 60.22 | 95% |