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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14893 | 2020-07-30 21:06:06 | 113.87 | 98% |
| 14597 | 2020-07-25 09:12:59 | 114.18 | 99% |
| 2855 | 2020-01-19 04:27:33 | 101.12 | 98% |