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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2122 | 2021-09-13 05:24:54 | 86.01 | 97% |
| 1831 | 2020-11-08 07:49:05 | 85.50 | 97% |
| 660 | 2018-05-18 14:07:59 | 69.62 | 97% |
| 136 | 2017-04-09 19:40:38 | 60.37 | 93% |