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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3827 | 2020-04-09 15:23:28 | 49.44 | 97% |
| 2424 | 2019-12-09 03:45:54 | 43.99 | 96% |
| 517 | 2019-10-13 02:41:20 | 33.70 | 95% |