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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7148 | 2020-03-02 13:31:06 | 68.07 | 95% |
| 5986 | 2020-02-26 19:58:18 | 86.05 | 97% |
| 2927 | 2020-02-12 11:12:30 | 83.28 | 98% |
| 2293 | 2020-01-29 20:28:04 | 83.35 | 99% |