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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1818 | 2021-12-17 01:36:20 | 86.30 | 97% |
| 1649 | 2021-11-15 17:45:03 | 91.70 | 97% |
| 1501 | 2021-05-09 21:19:32 | 74.14 | 95% |