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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2465 | 2023-09-04 10:10:51 | 121.56 | 97.2% |
| 2001 | 2023-08-13 06:49:51 | 146.34 | 98.5% |
| 1687 | 2023-08-08 05:57:49 | 133.99 | 98.3% |