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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9337 | 2020-08-20 02:15:18 | 61.19 | 96% |
| 4022 | 2018-11-13 01:48:02 | 50.99 | 95% |
| 3317 | 2018-09-20 01:57:30 | 45.00 | 94% |
| 2398 | 2018-07-18 06:59:43 | 43.97 | 93% |