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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5228 | 2021-01-05 10:03:34 | 126.43 | 98% |
| 3774 | 2019-03-27 16:07:06 | 119.83 | 98% |
| 2570 | 2018-09-06 13:12:10 | 93.64 | 99% |
| 1775 | 2017-12-02 22:35:58 | 122.71 | 99% |
| 635 | 2014-08-13 02:11:41 | 96.35 | 90% |