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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 988 | 2022-08-10 23:18:29 | 70.97 | 97% |
| 388 | 2015-03-12 05:02:51 | 47.63 | 91% |
| 65 | 2014-09-15 00:04:00 | 44.23 | 93% |