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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11574 | 2020-04-23 01:06:50 | 90.59 | 99% |
| 8400 | 2019-12-24 13:32:28 | 100.08 | 98% |
| 6599 | 2019-10-24 04:17:55 | 101.11 | 98% |
| 1001 | 2019-04-17 15:10:47 | 80.44 | 96% |
| 297 | 2019-03-23 10:15:06 | 68.00 | 95% |