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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3286 | 2021-08-13 08:05:55 | 67.17 | 98% |
| 1479 | 2021-02-01 12:25:22 | 54.18 | 95.8% |
| 300 | 2020-11-27 15:56:54 | 39.71 | 96% |