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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2090 | 2020-05-05 23:00:05 | 104.47 | 96% |
| 1315 | 2018-04-22 23:49:38 | 113.12 | 97% |
| 372 | 2018-02-19 21:28:09 | 101.80 | 96% |
| 297 | 2018-02-19 19:14:11 | 111.18 | 98% |