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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4811 | 2023-01-26 11:27:44 | 97.80 | 96% |
| 1562 | 2021-09-24 13:14:43 | 80.87 | 96% |
| 1347 | 2021-09-20 15:27:16 | 70.21 | 95% |