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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 973 | 2021-09-11 10:57:53 | 101.39 | 96% |
| 936 | 2021-05-16 03:22:45 | 99.23 | 97% |
| 155 | 2020-10-31 13:19:50 | 64.39 | 95% |