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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21289 | 2021-09-05 04:03:18 | 100.85 | 98% |
| 15367 | 2020-12-07 15:01:11 | 96.59 | 98% |
| 14300 | 2020-11-18 00:29:36 | 101.26 | 98% |
| 14187 | 2020-11-16 23:44:07 | 102.14 | 99% |
| 13451 | 2020-11-01 21:15:33 | 107.50 | 98% |
| 9423 | 2020-06-01 14:18:44 | 99.66 | 98% |