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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25884 | 2021-12-26 01:28:52 | 86.06 | 97% |
| 17925 | 2020-06-10 14:18:34 | 86.61 | 97% |
| 1531 | 2019-04-16 14:46:30 | 74.74 | 99% |
| 180 | 2018-09-20 21:39:00 | 52.11 | 97% |