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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2038 | 2021-07-23 19:57:07 | 76.25 | 96% |
| 897 | 2020-12-23 10:05:36 | 50.10 | 95% |
| 662 | 2020-12-14 17:52:11 | 41.39 | 92% |