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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16448 | 2021-09-11 13:33:14 | 105.17 | 97% |
| 16011 | 2021-06-18 20:53:25 | 125.95 | 99% |
| 9541 | 2020-01-12 17:12:23 | 102.09 | 99% |
| 2841 | 2017-07-01 13:57:53 | 103.11 | 97% |