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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 573 | 2021-06-16 19:29:54 | 79.18 | 96% |
| 260 | 2020-11-15 18:24:53 | 64.05 | 96% |
| 162 | 2020-11-08 03:54:15 | 72.26 | 97% |