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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2269 | 2019-08-07 16:02:22 | 71.16 | 99% |
| 1517 | 2019-07-20 13:26:17 | 72.15 | 98% |
| 1457 | 2019-07-20 12:11:47 | 71.70 | 99% |