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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16830 | 2020-09-06 14:49:51 | 96.12 | 98% |
| 10159 | 2020-03-10 09:51:10 | 82.33 | 96% |
| 8000 | 2020-02-08 02:54:17 | 85.08 | 97% |