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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2749 | 2021-02-02 14:27:31 | 63.52 | 98.5% |
| 1781 | 2019-12-07 22:56:21 | 66.88 | 97% |
| 1483 | 2018-10-14 19:43:40 | 54.38 | 97% |