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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5272 | 2021-03-09 22:28:16 | 56.22 | 97% |
| 3136 | 2021-02-21 15:24:40 | 50.51 | 97.9% |
| 2794 | 2021-02-19 19:58:27 | 42.72 | 98.5% |