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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2571 | 2019-12-06 07:09:29 | 117.98 | 98% |
| 1960 | 2019-05-07 00:21:08 | 121.80 | 98% |
| 1143 | 2018-12-01 20:19:00 | 103.54 | 97% |