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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1777 | 2021-04-02 19:23:23 | 75.78 | 96% |
| 353 | 2021-01-31 10:45:07 | 65.64 | 96.6% |
| 248 | 2021-01-29 21:54:12 | 64.66 | 96.5% |