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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2797 | 2020-09-29 12:29:51 | 144.24 | 97% |
| 2509 | 2020-08-24 11:35:41 | 145.13 | 98% |
| 2508 | 2020-08-24 11:35:06 | 138.81 | 98% |
| 1900 | 2020-04-09 17:05:07 | 131.30 | 96% |