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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5959 | 2021-06-16 00:30:46 | 75.51 | 94% |
| 2693 | 2020-12-27 15:52:56 | 67.17 | 95% |
| 1430 | 2020-09-06 09:35:59 | 62.54 | 96% |
| 356 | 2020-08-20 23:37:04 | 65.27 | 95% |