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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4606 | 2021-07-28 00:51:44 | 50.23 | 98% |
| 3165 | 2021-04-28 12:06:33 | 41.69 | 98% |
| 2253 | 2021-03-23 16:19:43 | 38.31 | 98% |