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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7208 | 2020-02-14 14:57:46 | 89.44 | 98% |
| 5874 | 2019-10-07 14:59:09 | 100.63 | 98% |
| 3161 | 2019-04-17 10:44:51 | 84.81 | 98% |
| 2100 | 2019-02-20 10:33:03 | 84.27 | 96% |