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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1997 | 2021-04-14 20:49:55 | 95.86 | 97% |
| 995 | 2021-02-08 22:02:01 | 90.17 | 97.1% |
| 730 | 2021-02-04 18:53:30 | 84.99 | 96.8% |