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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15377 | 2022-12-23 19:22:39 | 179.57 | 99% |
| 10561 | 2020-04-01 19:51:02 | 169.66 | 98% |
| 6972 | 2019-10-31 22:03:43 | 151.10 | 98% |
| 4859 | 2019-08-05 23:54:51 | 142.09 | 97% |
| 2971 | 2018-04-07 21:13:35 | 133.79 | 97% |