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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2414 | 2021-11-28 05:03:03 | 75.24 | 95% |
| 2257 | 2021-10-24 17:57:17 | 63.64 | 96% |
| 378 | 2020-09-26 15:08:54 | 52.36 | 96% |