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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6140 | 2022-01-14 16:42:30 | 110.17 | 99% |
| 2067 | 2021-02-20 17:10:48 | 83.19 | 96.6% |
| 1132 | 2021-01-25 16:37:27 | 94.63 | 99% |