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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22354 | 2020-08-10 19:29:42 | 180.89 | 99% |
| 21885 | 2020-07-04 02:58:23 | 161.35 | 98% |
| 20085 | 2020-06-12 11:00:29 | 180.35 | 99% |
| 19844 | 2020-06-11 00:54:41 | 192.15 | 100% |
| 17661 | 2020-05-14 23:20:38 | 142.63 | 97% |
| 14240 | 2020-04-01 19:51:03 | 162.52 | 99% |
| 11586 | 2020-02-26 22:35:57 | 166.62 | 100% |
| 10024 | 2020-02-05 04:21:20 | 158.33 | 99% |