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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12876 | 2021-02-11 09:53:02 | 103.34 | 98.8% |
| 7292 | 2019-02-07 02:31:41 | 98.70 | 99% |
| 4836 | 2018-07-26 12:44:44 | 109.13 | 100% |