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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8947 | 2022-05-08 23:39:35 | 150.77 | 99% |
| 5950 | 2021-01-23 13:38:16 | 164.01 | 100% |
| 4185 | 2020-11-29 12:42:41 | 144.14 | 98% |
| 2543 | 2020-10-29 00:12:41 | 143.26 | 100% |