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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3733 | 2020-09-01 16:11:27 | 64.58 | 95% |
| 1751 | 2018-10-23 16:39:06 | 58.66 | 96% |
| 1575 | 2018-10-23 06:58:04 | 64.96 | 96% |