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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 885 | 2023-06-25 12:48:59 | 61.39 | 98% |
| 475 | 2014-10-20 16:52:38 | 65.41 | 93% |
| 432 | 2014-04-07 17:26:42 | 64.94 | 95% |
| 375 | 2014-01-01 18:09:46 | 62.19 | 92% |