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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7578 | 2021-07-28 17:30:50 | 141.51 | 99% |
| 3246 | 2019-04-25 20:45:31 | 135.97 | 98% |
| 194 | 2019-01-26 02:03:12 | 124.81 | 98% |