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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5857 | 2020-11-30 11:09:34 | 65.61 | 97% |
| 3853 | 2018-05-14 12:35:39 | 80.62 | 97% |
| 1899 | 2018-03-14 20:08:26 | 57.97 | 96% |